The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Volume 1McKie and Drennan, 1876 |
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... owre late , I think Braw sober lessons .- ( P . 127 , Vol . II . ) JANUARY 1ST , 1785. - Epistle to Davie , a brother Poet .- ( Page 73 , Vol . I. ) Epistle to John Goudie , Kilmarnock .- ( Page 193 , Vol . II . ) Holy Willie's Prayer ...
... owre late , I think Braw sober lessons .- ( P . 127 , Vol . II . ) JANUARY 1ST , 1785. - Epistle to Davie , a brother Poet .- ( Page 73 , Vol . I. ) Epistle to John Goudie , Kilmarnock .- ( Page 193 , Vol . II . ) Holy Willie's Prayer ...
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... owre his hurdies wi ' a swirl . Nae doubt but they were fain o ' ither , An ' unco pack an ' thick thegither ; Wi ' social nose whyles snuff'd an ' snowket ; Whyles mice and modewurks they howket ; Whyles scour'd awa in lang excursion ...
... owre his hurdies wi ' a swirl . Nae doubt but they were fain o ' ither , An ' unco pack an ' thick thegither ; Wi ' social nose whyles snuff'd an ' snowket ; Whyles mice and modewurks they howket ; Whyles scour'd awa in lang excursion ...
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... owre true that ye hae said , Sic game is now owre aften play'd ; There's monie a creditable stock O ' decent , honest , fawsont folk , Are riven out baith root an ' branch , Some rascal's pridefu ' greed to quench , Wha thinks to knit ...
... owre true that ye hae said , Sic game is now owre aften play'd ; There's monie a creditable stock O ' decent , honest , fawsont folk , Are riven out baith root an ' branch , Some rascal's pridefu ' greed to quench , Wha thinks to knit ...
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... owre the wee bit cup an ' platie , They sip the scandal - potion pretty ; Or lee - lang nights , wi ' crabbet leuks , Pore owre the devil's pictur'd beuks ; Stake on a chance a farmer's stackyard , An ' cheat like ony unhang'd ...
... owre the wee bit cup an ' platie , They sip the scandal - potion pretty ; Or lee - lang nights , wi ' crabbet leuks , Pore owre the devil's pictur'd beuks ; Stake on a chance a farmer's stackyard , An ' cheat like ony unhang'd ...
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... owre the brink , In glorious faem , Inspire me , till I lisp an ' wink , To sing thy name ! Let husky Wheat the haughs adorn , And Aits set up their awnie horn , An ' Pease an ' Beans , at e'en or morn , Perfume the plain , Leeze me on ...
... owre the brink , In glorious faem , Inspire me , till I lisp an ' wink , To sing thy name ! Let husky Wheat the haughs adorn , And Aits set up their awnie horn , An ' Pease an ' Beans , at e'en or morn , Perfume the plain , Leeze me on ...
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Afton Allan Cunningham amang auld Ayrshire ballad banks bard beautiful birks of Aberfeldy blaw blythe bonie lass bosom braes braw Brig Burns charms CHORUS Clarinda composed dear death Dumfries Dunlop e'er Edinburgh edition Ellisland Epistle Eppie Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell frae Gavin Hamilton George Thomson glen gude hame heart Highland honest honour Jean John John Anderson Kilmarnock Laddie lady lassie letter lyric Mary Mauchline maun mony morning Mossgiel muse Museum nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poet's poor rhyme Rob Morris Robert ROBERT BURNS says Scotch Scotland Shanter sing stanzas Stenhouse sweet Tarbolton tear tell thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme unco verses weary weel Whare whistle wife Willie wind words ye'll ye're young
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Page 69 - 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 ; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounc'd by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope...
Page 66 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Page 88 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 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 bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 69 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 356 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the key-stane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross!
Page 254 - John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 352 - Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods ; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll : When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze; Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing ; And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn ! What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Page 68 - The sire turns o'er with 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 68 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?
Page 320 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.