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... AND COVENANT WRITTEN AT MOFFATT .... ..... SEARCHING AULD WIVES ' BARRELS ............... LINES ON MRS . KEMBLE ................ To MR . SYME ... . ... . ... . ... . ... ... . ...... ... . ... ..... To MR . SYME ...........
... AND COVENANT WRITTEN AT MOFFATT .... ..... SEARCHING AULD WIVES ' BARRELS ............... LINES ON MRS . KEMBLE ................ To MR . SYME ... . ... . ... . ... . ... ... . ...... ... . ... ..... To MR . SYME ...........
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... Auld of Ayr , I am indebted for a copy of this poem from the original in his possession . To him , as well as to the talents of my friend Thom , the admirers of Burns owe much . From the chisel of the latter came those clever ...
... Auld of Ayr , I am indebted for a copy of this poem from the original in his possession . To him , as well as to the talents of my friend Thom , the admirers of Burns owe much . From the chisel of the latter came those clever ...
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... Auld Brig end . The two steeples . The gos - hawk , or falcon . Ane on th ' Auld Brig his airy shape uprears 16 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
... Auld Brig end . The two steeples . The gos - hawk , or falcon . Ane on th ' Auld Brig his airy shape uprears 16 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
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... Auld Brig appear'd of ancient Pictish race , The very wrinkles gothic in his face : He seem'd as he wi ' Time had ... AULD BRIG . I doubt na ' , frien ' , ye'll think ye're nae sheep- shank , Ance ye were streekit o'er frae bank to bank ...
... Auld Brig appear'd of ancient Pictish race , The very wrinkles gothic in his face : He seem'd as he wi ' Time had ... AULD BRIG . I doubt na ' , frien ' , ye'll think ye're nae sheep- shank , Ance ye were streekit o'er frae bank to bank ...
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... auld as me , Tho ' faith , that day I doubt ye'll never see ; There'll be , if that date come , I'll wad a boddle , Some fewer whigmeleeries in your noddle . NEW BRIG . Auld Vandal , ye but show your little mense , Just much about it wi ...
... auld as me , Tho ' faith , that day I doubt ye'll never see ; There'll be , if that date come , I'll wad a boddle , Some fewer whigmeleeries in your noddle . NEW BRIG . Auld Vandal , ye but show your little mense , Just much about it wi ...
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Page 170 - Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.-— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
Page 205 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 175 - As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollo.
Page 169 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Page 173 - Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' guid blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies For ae blink o
Page 172 - Nae cotillon brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick in shape o...
Page 174 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Page 38 - ... in the whole strain of his bearing and conversation, a most thorough conviction, that, in the society of the most eminent men of his nation, he was exactly where he was entitled to be ; hardly deigned to flatter them by exhibiting even an occasional symptom of being flattered...
Page 47 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Page 333 - And turn'd him o'er and o'er. They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones ; But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones.