The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings, to which are Prefixed Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Band 3T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1820 |
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... muckle devil blaw ye south , If ye dissemble ! Does ony great man glunch an ' gloom ? Speak out , an ' never fash your thumb ! Let posts an ' pensions sink or soom Wi ' them wha grant ' em : If honestly they canna come , Far better want ...
... muckle devil blaw ye south , If ye dissemble ! Does ony great man glunch an ' gloom ? Speak out , an ' never fash your thumb ! Let posts an ' pensions sink or soom Wi ' them wha grant ' em : If honestly they canna come , Far better want ...
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... muckle house repair , Wi ' instant speed , An ' strive , wi ' a ' your Wit and Lear , To get remead . Yon ill - tongu'd tinkler , Charlie Fox , May taunt you wi ' his jeers an ' mocks ; But gie him't het , my hearty cocks ! E'en cowe ...
... muckle house repair , Wi ' instant speed , An ' strive , wi ' a ' your Wit and Lear , To get remead . Yon ill - tongu'd tinkler , Charlie Fox , May taunt you wi ' his jeers an ' mocks ; But gie him't het , my hearty cocks ! E'en cowe ...
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... muckle pity . The Clachan yill had made me canty , I was na fou , but just had plenty ; I stacher'd whyles , but yet took tent ay To free the ditches ; An ' hillocks , stanes , and bushes , keun'd ay Frae ghaists an ' witches . The ...
... muckle pity . The Clachan yill had made me canty , I was na fou , but just had plenty ; I stacher'd whyles , but yet took tent ay To free the ditches ; An ' hillocks , stanes , and bushes , keun'd ay Frae ghaists an ' witches . The ...
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... ! for faith ye've said enough , And muckle mair than ye can mak to through , Ae for your Priesthood , I shall say but little , Corbies and Clergy are a shot right kittle : But But , under favour o ' your langer beard , 57.
... ! for faith ye've said enough , And muckle mair than ye can mak to through , Ae for your Priesthood , I shall say but little , Corbies and Clergy are a shot right kittle : But But , under favour o ' your langer beard , 57.
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... muckle gear as buy a sheep , O bid him never tie them mair Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! But ca ' them out to park or hill , An ' let them wander at their will ; So may his flock increase , an ' grow To scores o ' lambs , an ...
... muckle gear as buy a sheep , O bid him never tie them mair Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! But ca ' them out to park or hill , An ' let them wander at their will ; So may his flock increase , an ' grow To scores o ' lambs , an ...
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Seite 202 - ... 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 flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Seite 176 - 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 !
Seite 289 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; 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, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Seite 305 - 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 stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control, Is wisdom's root.
Seite 177 - 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. Perhaps...
Seite 295 - And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi...
Seite 148 - The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy! Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me! The present only toucheth thee: But, och! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an
Seite 288 - An' getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Seite 291 - And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare 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 seemed in a bleeze, Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
Seite 200 - TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY, ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786. 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 bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.