The Poetical and Prose Works of Robert Burns: With Life, Notes and CorrespondenceW. J. Hamersley, 1855 - 559 pages |
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... Weel clad wi ' coat o ' glossy black ; His gaucie tail , wi ' upward curl , Hung o'er his hurdies wi ' a swirl . ” Never were twa dogs so exquisitely deli- neated . Their gambols before they sit down to moralise are described with an ...
... Weel clad wi ' coat o ' glossy black ; His gaucie tail , wi ' upward curl , Hung o'er his hurdies wi ' a swirl . ” Never were twa dogs so exquisitely deli- neated . Their gambols before they sit down to moralise are described with an ...
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... weel , auld Nickie - ben ! Oh wad ye tak a thought and men ' ! Ye aiblins might — I dinna ken- Still hae a stake- I'm wae to think upo ' yon den , Ev'n for your aake ! At brosses thou had ne'er a fellow For pith and 104 BURNS'S POETICAL ...
... weel , auld Nickie - ben ! Oh wad ye tak a thought and men ' ! Ye aiblins might — I dinna ken- Still hae a stake- I'm wae to think upo ' yon den , Ev'n for your aake ! At brosses thou had ne'er a fellow For pith and 104 BURNS'S POETICAL ...
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... weel down a shapely shank As e'er tread yird ; And could hae flown out - owre a stank , Like ony bird . It's now some nine - and - twenty year , Sin ' thou was my guid - father's mere ; He gied me thee , o ' tocher clear And fifty mark ...
... weel down a shapely shank As e'er tread yird ; And could hae flown out - owre a stank , Like ony bird . It's now some nine - and - twenty year , Sin ' thou was my guid - father's mere ; He gied me thee , o ' tocher clear And fifty mark ...
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... Weel knotted on their garten , Some unco blate , and some wi ' gabs , Gar lasses ' hearts gang startin ' Whiles fast at night . Then , first and foremost , thro ' the kail , Their stocks ( 12 ) maun a ' be sought ance ; They steek their ...
... Weel knotted on their garten , Some unco blate , and some wi ' gabs , Gar lasses ' hearts gang startin ' Whiles fast at night . Then , first and foremost , thro ' the kail , Their stocks ( 12 ) maun a ' be sought ance ; They steek their ...
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... weel , And he made unco light o't ; But mony a day was by himsel ' , He was sae sairly frighted That very night . " Then up gat fechtin ' Jamie Fleck , And he swoor by his conscience , That he could sow hemp - seed a peck ; For it was a ...
... weel , And he made unco light o't ; But mony a day was by himsel ' , He was sae sairly frighted That very night . " Then up gat fechtin ' Jamie Fleck , And he swoor by his conscience , That he could sow hemp - seed a peck ; For it was a ...
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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.