The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Volumes 1-2J. Sharpe, 1808 - Bookbinding |
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Page 87
... 'd floods ; There , well - fed Irwine stately thuds : Auld hermit Ayr staw thro ' his woods , On to the shore ; And many a lesser torrent scuds , With seeming roar . Low in a sandy valley spread , An ancient borough SCOTISH POEMS . 87.
... 'd floods ; There , well - fed Irwine stately thuds : Auld hermit Ayr staw thro ' his woods , On to the shore ; And many a lesser torrent scuds , With seeming roar . Low in a sandy valley spread , An ancient borough SCOTISH POEMS . 87.
Page 125
... woods , The sweeping vales , and foaming floods , Are free alike to all . In days when daisies deck the ground , And blackbirds whistle clear , With honest joy our hearts will bound , To see the coming year : On braes when we please ...
... woods , The sweeping vales , and foaming floods , Are free alike to all . In days when daisies deck the ground , And blackbirds whistle clear , With honest joy our hearts will bound , To see the coming year : On braes when we please ...
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... birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm , Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form . VOL . II . B The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield , High sheltering woods SCOTISH POEMS Page To a Mountain Daisy 10 5.
... birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm , Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form . VOL . II . B The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield , High sheltering woods SCOTISH POEMS Page To a Mountain Daisy 10 5.
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... woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou beneath the random bield O ' clod or stane , Adorns the histie stibble - field , Unseen , alane . There , in thy scanty mantle clad , Thy snawie bosom sun - ward spread , Thou lifts thy unassuming ...
... woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou beneath the random bield O ' clod or stane , Adorns the histie stibble - field , Unseen , alane . There , in thy scanty mantle clad , Thy snawie bosom sun - ward spread , Thou lifts thy unassuming ...
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... woods , When lintwhites chant amang the buds , And jinkin hares , in amorous whids , Their loves enjoy , While thro ' the braes the cushat croods With wailfu ' cry ! Ev'n winter bleak has charms to me When winds rave thro ' the naked ...
... woods , When lintwhites chant amang the buds , And jinkin hares , in amorous whids , Their loves enjoy , While thro ' the braes the cushat croods With wailfu ' cry ! Ev'n winter bleak has charms to me When winds rave thro ' the naked ...
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Page 130 - 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 129 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor 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; Wi...
Page 140 - Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 128 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Page 89 - 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 130 - 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 130 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale.
Page 81 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Page 58 - To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, 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!
Page 54 - Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale: Ae market night, Tarn had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...