Poetical works ... chronologically arranged, Volum 21885 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Alexander Cunningham amang auld auld lang syne Ayrshire ballad Bard beautiful birks of Aberfeldy blaw blythe Bonie lassie bonie Mary bosom braes Brig Burns Burns's charms Clarinda composed Craigdarroch Craigieburn Cunningham daunton dear death Dumfries Dunlop e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland epistle Eppie ev'ry fair Farewell fate Fintry flowers frae Gavin Hamilton Glen Glenriddell Graham gude hame heart Heaven Highland hills honest Jamie Jean John Kilmarnock King lady lass lassie letter lines Lord maun meikle Miss mony morning mourn Muse Nae mair ne'er never night Nith o'er poem poet poet's poor pride Riddell roar Robert ROBERT BURNS Robert Laurie Samson's dead Scots sing song soul stanza sweet thee There's thou thro tune verses weel Whare Whigs Whistle wife wild Willie wind ye'll young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 237 - 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 seem'd in a bleeze ; Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; And loud resounded mirth and dancing. — Inspiring bold John Barleycorn ! What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Pàgina 201 - Time but th' 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 ? I have the honor to be, Madam, your oblidged humble sent., ROBT.
Pàgina 170 - 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.
Pàgina 235 - SHANTER, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter : (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses, For honest men and bonie lasses). O Tam ! had'st thou but been sae wise, As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice ! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was na sober ; That ilka melder wi...
Pàgina 114 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Pàgina 238 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Pàgina 240 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. . . . Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi' twa pund Scots ('twas a' her riches), Wad ever grac'da dance of witches!
Pàgina 248 - 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
Pàgina 238 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red-rusted; Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
Pàgina 132 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie, That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie. The boat rocks at the pier o...