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... pow'r , I set mysel ; But whether she had three or four , I could na tell . I was come round about the hill , And todlin down on Willie's mill , Setting my staff wi ' a ' my skill , To keep me sicker ; Tho ' leeward whyles , against my ...
... pow'r , I set mysel ; But whether she had three or four , I could na tell . I was come round about the hill , And todlin down on Willie's mill , Setting my staff wi ' a ' my skill , To keep me sicker ; Tho ' leeward whyles , against my ...
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... notes , many of them excellent , and displaying much critical acumen . Of some of these notes we have availed ourselves , subjoining them to the stanzas to which they apply : - III . Great is thy pow'r , and great thy POEMS . 57 57.
... notes , many of them excellent , and displaying much critical acumen . Of some of these notes we have availed ourselves , subjoining them to the stanzas to which they apply : - III . Great is thy pow'r , and great thy POEMS . 57 57.
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Robert Burns James Hogg, William Motherwell. III . Great is thy pow'r , and great thy fame ; Far kenn'd and noted is thy name ; And tho ' yon lowing heugh's thy hame , Thou travels far ; And faith ! thou's neither lag nor lame , Nor ...
Robert Burns James Hogg, William Motherwell. III . Great is thy pow'r , and great thy fame ; Far kenn'd and noted is thy name ; And tho ' yon lowing heugh's thy hame , Thou travels far ; And faith ! thou's neither lag nor lame , Nor ...
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... pow'r : I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame , Thy natal hour . " With future hope , I oft would gaze , Fond , on thy little early ways , Thy rudely caroll'd , chiming phrase , In uncouth rhymes , Fir'd at the simple , artless lays Of ...
... pow'r : I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame , Thy natal hour . " With future hope , I oft would gaze , Fond , on thy little early ways , Thy rudely caroll'd , chiming phrase , In uncouth rhymes , Fir'd at the simple , artless lays Of ...
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... pow'r , Till spritty knowes wad rair't and risket And slypet owre . When frosts lay lang , and snaws were deep , And threaten'd labour back to keep , I gied thy cog a wee - bit heap Aboon the timmer ; I ken'd my Maggie wad na sleep For ...
... pow'r , Till spritty knowes wad rair't and risket And slypet owre . When frosts lay lang , and snaws were deep , And threaten'd labour back to keep , I gied thy cog a wee - bit heap Aboon the timmer ; I ken'd my Maggie wad na sleep For ...
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aith Alloway Kirk amang ance baith bard blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw Brig brunstane Burns Cotter's Saturday Night dear deil dinna drink e'en e'er epistle Ev'n ev'ry fair fear frae gaun Gavin Hamilton gien gies grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven himsel holy honest honour ither Kilmarnock kirk Kirkoswald laird lasses Lord Mailie Mauchline maun meikle mony morn mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er never noble o'er owre pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead sang satire scene Scotland Scots Scottish Shanter sing skelpin stanza sweet ta'en Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco weary weel Whare Whistle whyles Willie's winna wretch ye'll ye're
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Page 137 - 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 212 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke: As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud: So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' monie an eldritch skreech and hollow, Ah, Tam!
Page 94 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 325 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Page 209 - 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 206 - Tam ! hadst thou but been sae wise, As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice ! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum ; That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober ; That ilka melder, wi...
Page 114 - An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin' Baith snell an' keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Page 210 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a...
Page 138 - He who stills the raven's clamorous nest, And decks the lily fair in flowery 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 325 - Unskilful 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...