The Works of Robert Burns, Volume 2A. Fullarton and Company, 1841 |
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... Heaven For the sake of Somebody The Gallant Weaver · Coming through the rye Had I the wyte • · • First when Maggy was my care The bairns gat out Her flowing locks Young Jockey • Hunting Song Young Peggy Mary ! Bonnie Peggy Alison On ...
... Heaven For the sake of Somebody The Gallant Weaver · Coming through the rye Had I the wyte • · • First when Maggy was my care The bairns gat out Her flowing locks Young Jockey • Hunting Song Young Peggy Mary ! Bonnie Peggy Alison On ...
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... heaven - taught Reason's beam ; Here history paints with elegance and force , The tide of Empire's fluctuating course ; Here Douglas forms wild Shakspeare into plan , And Harley rouses all the god in man , When well - form'd taste , and ...
... heaven - taught Reason's beam ; Here history paints with elegance and force , The tide of Empire's fluctuating course ; Here Douglas forms wild Shakspeare into plan , And Harley rouses all the god in man , When well - form'd taste , and ...
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... Heaven above was truest shown , As by his noblest work the Godhead best is known . In vain ye flaunt in summer's pride , ye groves ; Thou crystal streamlet with thy flowery shore , Ye woodland choir that chant your idle loves , Ye cease ...
... Heaven above was truest shown , As by his noblest work the Godhead best is known . In vain ye flaunt in summer's pride , ye groves ; Thou crystal streamlet with thy flowery shore , Ye woodland choir that chant your idle loves , Ye cease ...
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... Heaven's peculiar care ! Το you old Bald - pate smooths his wrinkled brow , And humbly begs you'll mind the important — now ! To crown your happiness he asks your leave , And offers bliss to give and to receive . For our sincere ...
... Heaven's peculiar care ! Το you old Bald - pate smooths his wrinkled brow , And humbly begs you'll mind the important — now ! To crown your happiness he asks your leave , And offers bliss to give and to receive . For our sincere ...
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... hurt the social eye ! God's image rudely etch'd on base alloy ! But come ye , who the godlike pleasure know , Heaven's attribute distinguish'd - to bestow ! Whose arms of love would grasp the human race , 30 WORKS OF BURNS .
... hurt the social eye ! God's image rudely etch'd on base alloy ! But come ye , who the godlike pleasure know , Heaven's attribute distinguish'd - to bestow ! Whose arms of love would grasp the human race , 30 WORKS OF BURNS .
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Abergeldy ain dear Amang auld baith ballad Banff banks bard barley bree Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest Bonnie lassie bonnie Mary bonny Dundee bosom braes braw breast Buchan Burns charms collier laddie daunton dearest death Donald Browns Donald Macpherson e'en e'er earl Eppie fair Farewell flowers frae gang girdin o't glancin glen green gude hame heart Heaven Highland hoggie ilka James Macpherson Jean John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lass lo'es Lord luve Macpherson mair Mauchline maun merry mony Nannie ne'er never night o'er old song owre painful plough Peter Brown plough ploughman poet poet's posie ROBERT BURNS says Scotland Scottish sing sparklin stanza sweet tear thee There's thou thro Tune Tune-"The verses weary weel wife Willie wind ye'll yon town young
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Page 151 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight 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 268 - 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 fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 146 - 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 224 - 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' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love; And sae did I o
Page 253 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? 256.
Page 269 - Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender ; And pledging aft to meet again We tore oursels asunder ; But oh ! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod and cauld's the clay That wraps my Highland Mary.
Page 134 - Glen? My minnie does constantly deave me, And bids me beware o' young men ; They flatter, she says, to deceive me ; But wha can think sae o...
Page 252 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 234 - I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of Hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Page 90 - Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool? Let him draw near; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly this area throng?