The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, Volumes 1-3Houghton, Mifflin, 1889 |
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Page xxxvii
... I am complete master of a tune ir my own singing , such as it is , " says he , " I ca never compose for it . My way is this . I co : sider the poetic sentiment correspondent to my idea of the MEMOIR OF THE LIFE OF BURNS . xxxvii.
... I am complete master of a tune ir my own singing , such as it is , " says he , " I ca never compose for it . My way is this . I co : sider the poetic sentiment correspondent to my idea of the MEMOIR OF THE LIFE OF BURNS . xxxvii.
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... sings the sentiments and manners he felt and saw in himself and his rustic compeers around him , in his and their na- tive language . Though a rhymer from his earliest years , at least from the earliest impulses of the softer passions ...
... sings the sentiments and manners he felt and saw in himself and his rustic compeers around him , in his and their na- tive language . Though a rhymer from his earliest years , at least from the earliest impulses of the softer passions ...
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... sing in his country's service — where shall he so properly look for patronage as to the illustrious names of his native land , those who bear the honours , and inherit the virtues , of their ancestors ? The poetic genius of my country ...
... sing in his country's service — where shall he so properly look for patronage as to the illustrious names of his native land , those who bear the honours , and inherit the virtues , of their ancestors ? The poetic genius of my country ...
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... singing , By a falling , crystal stream : Straight the sky grew black and daring ; Through the woods the whirlwinds rave : Trees with aged arms were warring , O'er the swelling drumlie wave . Such was my life's deceitful morning , Such ...
... singing , By a falling , crystal stream : Straight the sky grew black and daring ; Through the woods the whirlwinds rave : Trees with aged arms were warring , O'er the swelling drumlie wave . Such was my life's deceitful morning , Such ...
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... Her forehead's like the showery bow , When shining sunbeams intervene , And gild the distant mountain's brow ; And she's twa glancing sparkling een . Her voice is like the evening thrush That sings in ET . 23. ] 15 ON CESSNOCK BANKS .
... Her forehead's like the showery bow , When shining sunbeams intervene , And gild the distant mountain's brow ; And she's twa glancing sparkling een . Her voice is like the evening thrush That sings in ET . 23. ] 15 ON CESSNOCK BANKS .
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aith amang ance auld baith bard blithe bonnie lass bonny braes braw brunstane Burns Burns's canna cauld Cessnock charms Coilsfield dear deil dinna e'en e'er Epistle fair fate fear Ferintosh fortune frae Gavin Hamilton gies grace guid Halloween hame heart Heaven herds Highland holy honest honour ither John Barleycorn John Highlandman Kilmarnock Laird lass lassie Lord Mailie Mauchline maun mind mony Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre Peggy plough poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme ROBERT BURNS round rustic sang says Scotch Scotland Scottish sing skelpin sodger song stanza sweet ta'en tell tempests storming thee thegither There's thou Torbolton tune twa glancing sparkling unco verses wander weary weel Whare Whyles ye hae Ye'll ye're young
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Page 148 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride ; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And, " Let us worship God,
Page 149 - Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand,...
Page 200 - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
Page 150 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Page 146 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare — One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Page 150 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's...
Page 277 - There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Page 257 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 18 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm I rest ; they must be best.
Page 16 - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave.