The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition; Exhibited Under a New Plan of Arrangement, and Preceded by a Life of the Author, and a Complete Glossary ...W. Borradaile, 1826 - Scotland |
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... thou . Year , is used both for sin- gular and plural , years . Yearlings , born in the same year , coevals . Yearns , longs much , de- sires earnestly . Yell , barren , that gives no milk . Yerk , to lash , to strike , to jerk . Yerkit ...
... thou . Year , is used both for sin- gular and plural , years . Yearlings , born in the same year , coevals . Yearns , longs much , de- sires earnestly . Yell , barren , that gives no milk . Yerk , to lash , to strike , to jerk . Yerkit ...
Page 102
... Thou canst not learn , nor can I show , To paint with Thompson's landcape glow ; Or wake the bosom - melting throe , With Shenstone's art Or pour with Gray , the moving flow Warm on the heart . " Yet all beneath the unrivalled rose ...
... Thou canst not learn , nor can I show , To paint with Thompson's landcape glow ; Or wake the bosom - melting throe , With Shenstone's art Or pour with Gray , the moving flow Warm on the heart . " Yet all beneath the unrivalled rose ...
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... Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro ' Wallace's undaunted heart ; Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride , Or nobly die , the second glorious part , ( The patriot's God , peculiarly thou art , His CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 109.
... Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro ' Wallace's undaunted heart ; Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride , Or nobly die , the second glorious part , ( The patriot's God , peculiarly thou art , His CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 109.
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... THOU whom chance may hither lead , Be thou clad in russet weed , Be thou deck'd in silken stole , Grave these counsels on thy soul- Life is but a day at most , Sprung from night , in darkness lost ; Hope not sunshine ev'ry hour , Fear ...
... THOU whom chance may hither lead , Be thou clad in russet weed , Be thou deck'd in silken stole , Grave these counsels on thy soul- Life is but a day at most , Sprung from night , in darkness lost ; Hope not sunshine ev'ry hour , Fear ...
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... thou'st seen , and heard , and wrought ; And teach the sportive younkers round , Laws of experience , sage and sound . Say , Man's true , genuine , estimate , The grand criterion of his fate , Is not , art thou high or low ? Did thy ...
... thou'st seen , and heard , and wrought ; And teach the sportive younkers round , Laws of experience , sage and sound . Say , Man's true , genuine , estimate , The grand criterion of his fate , Is not , art thou high or low ? Did thy ...
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Page 153 - 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, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ;...
Page 105 - He who stills the raven's clam'rous nest, And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way his wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Page 162 - Low i' the dust. Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd ! Unskillful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is given, Who long with wants and woes has striven, By human pride or cunning driven To misery's brink.
Page 105 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. XXI. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Page 101 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek...
Page 103 - 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 an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
Page 4 - I owed much to an old woman who resided in the family, remarkable for her ignorance, credulity, and superstition. She had, I suppose, the largest collection in the country of tales and songs concerning devils, ghosts, fairies, brownies, -witches, warlocks, spunkies, kelpies, elf-candles, dead-lights, wraiths, apparitions, cantraips, giants, enchanted towers, dragons and other trumpery.
Page 7 - In short, she, altogether unwittingly to herself, initiated me in that delicious passion, which, in spite of acid disappointment, gin-horse prudence, and book-worm philosophy, I hold to be the first of human joys, our dearest blessing here below...
Page 161 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 119 - Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and pow'r To make his fellow mourn...