The poetical works of Robert Burns. [With] (Memoir of Burns, by sir H. Nicolas).1866 |
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... thro ' my lugs gies monie a twang , Wi ' gnawing vengeance ; Tearing my nerves wi ' bitter pang , Like racking engines ! When fevers burn , or ague freezes , Rheumatics gnaw , or cholic squeezes ; Our neighbour's sympathy may ease us ...
... thro ' my lugs gies monie a twang , Wi ' gnawing vengeance ; Tearing my nerves wi ' bitter pang , Like racking engines ! When fevers burn , or ague freezes , Rheumatics gnaw , or cholic squeezes ; Our neighbour's sympathy may ease us ...
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... thro ' rising mists and ceaseless show'rs , The hoary cavern , wide - surrounding , low'rs . Still , thro ' the gap the struggling river toils , And still , below , the horrid cauldron boils , — 10 SECOND EPISTLE TO DAVIE , A BROTHER ...
... thro ' rising mists and ceaseless show'rs , The hoary cavern , wide - surrounding , low'rs . Still , thro ' the gap the struggling river toils , And still , below , the horrid cauldron boils , — 10 SECOND EPISTLE TO DAVIE , A BROTHER ...
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... thro ' the weary widdle O ' war❜ly cares , Till bairns ' bairns kindly cuddle Your auld gray hairs . But Davie , lad , I'm red ye're glaikit ; I'm tauld the Muse ye hae negleckit ; An ' gif it's sae , ye sud be licket Until ye fyke ...
... thro ' the weary widdle O ' war❜ly cares , Till bairns ' bairns kindly cuddle Your auld gray hairs . But Davie , lad , I'm red ye're glaikit ; I'm tauld the Muse ye hae negleckit ; An ' gif it's sae , ye sud be licket Until ye fyke ...
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... Thro ' dirt and dub for life I'll paidle , Ere I sae dear pay for a saddle ; My travel a ' on foot I'll shank it , I've sturdy bearers , Gude be thankit ! - The Kirk an ' you may tak ' you that , It puts but little in your pat ; Sae ...
... Thro ' dirt and dub for life I'll paidle , Ere I sae dear pay for a saddle ; My travel a ' on foot I'll shank it , I've sturdy bearers , Gude be thankit ! - The Kirk an ' you may tak ' you that , It puts but little in your pat ; Sae ...
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... thro ' the weary widdle O ' war❜ly cares , Till bairns ' bairns kindly cuddle Your auld gray hairs . But Davie , lad , I'm red ye're glaikit ; I'm tauld the Muse ye hae negleckit ; An ' gif it's sae , ye sud be licket Until ye fyke ...
... thro ' the weary widdle O ' war❜ly cares , Till bairns ' bairns kindly cuddle Your auld gray hairs . But Davie , lad , I'm red ye're glaikit ; I'm tauld the Muse ye hae negleckit ; An ' gif it's sae , ye sud be licket Until ye fyke ...
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Page 307 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 302 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Page 285 - 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 192 - 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 stained his name...
Page 5 - As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
Page 328 - But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 312 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Page 328 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Page 279 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 296 - Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o