The Poetical and Prose Works of Robert Burns: With Life, Notes and CorrespondenceW. J. Hamersley, 1855 - 559 pages |
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... Lassie 203 The Five Carlines 179 Powers Celestial 203 Second Epistle to Mr. Graham of Fintry 180 From thee , Eliza 203 On Captain Grose's Grose's Peregrinations . Menie 203 through Scotland 181 The Farewell 204 PAGE The Braes o ...
... Lassie 203 The Five Carlines 179 Powers Celestial 203 Second Epistle to Mr. Graham of Fintry 180 From thee , Eliza 203 On Captain Grose's Grose's Peregrinations . Menie 203 through Scotland 181 The Farewell 204 PAGE The Braes o ...
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... Lassie 215 Thou hast Left me Ever The Bonnie Wee Thing 216 | Deluded Swain , the Pleasure Lovely Davies 216 Oh , for ane - and - twenty , Tam 216 Thine I am , my Faithful Fair My Spouse , Nancy Kenmure's on and Awa 217 The Banks of Cree ...
... Lassie 215 Thou hast Left me Ever The Bonnie Wee Thing 216 | Deluded Swain , the Pleasure Lovely Davies 216 Oh , for ane - and - twenty , Tam 216 Thine I am , my Faithful Fair My Spouse , Nancy Kenmure's on and Awa 217 The Banks of Cree ...
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... Lassie 241 On Miss J. Scott , of Ayr 256 Now Spring has Clad the Grove in Green 242 On an Illiterate Gentleman 256 Oh , Bonnie was yon Rosy Brier 242 Written under the Picture of Miss • Forlorn my Love , no Comfort near Hey for a Lass ...
... Lassie 241 On Miss J. Scott , of Ayr 256 Now Spring has Clad the Grove in Green 242 On an Illiterate Gentleman 256 Oh , Bonnie was yon Rosy Brier 242 Written under the Picture of Miss • Forlorn my Love , no Comfort near Hey for a Lass ...
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... lassie she had worn , In longitude tho ' sorely scanty , It was her best , and she was vauntie- Ah ! little kenn'd thy reverend grannie , That sark she coft for her wee Nannie , Wi ' twa pund Scots ( ' twas a ' her riches ) , Wad ever ...
... lassie she had worn , In longitude tho ' sorely scanty , It was her best , and she was vauntie- Ah ! little kenn'd thy reverend grannie , That sark she coft for her wee Nannie , Wi ' twa pund Scots ( ' twas a ' her riches ) , Wad ever ...
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... Lassie , why thy train amang , While loud , the trump's heroic clang , And sock or buskin skelp alang To death or marriage ; Scarce ane has tried the shepherd - sang But wi ' miscarriage ? In Homer's craft Jock Milton thrives ; Eschylus ...
... Lassie , why thy train amang , While loud , the trump's heroic clang , And sock or buskin skelp alang To death or marriage ; Scarce ane has tried the shepherd - sang But wi ' miscarriage ? In Homer's craft Jock Milton thrives ; Eschylus ...
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acquaintance amang Auchtertyre auld Ayrshire bard beautiful bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw Burns character charms Clarinda dare dear Sir dearest Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland fair fancy Farewell farm fate favour feelings Fintry frae friendship Gala Water genius give grace happy heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour hope hour humble Jenny Geddes kind laddie lass lassie letter Lord Madam mair Mauchline maun mind mony morning Mossgiel muse nature ne'er never night o'er owre perhaps pleasure poem poet poetic poetry poor pride rhyme Robert Burns Scotland Scottish sing songs soul sweet SYLVANDER taste tear tell tender thee There's thing thou thought thro tion TUNE-The verses weel Whyles wild William Burnes Willie wish worth write ye'll
Popular passages
Page 135 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Page 227 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was f u...
Page 225 - Wi" thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
Page 148 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, 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!
Page 239 - Their tinsel show, and a' that ; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Tho' hundreds worship at his word. He's but a coof. for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Page 133 - 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 213 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Page 147 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...
Page 134 - 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 134 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie 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.