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... pleasure to his mind which none could understand who had not witnessed , like himself , the happiness and the worth which they contained . " LINES ON MEETING WITH LORD DAER . THIS WOT ye THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 5.
... pleasure to his mind which none could understand who had not witnessed , like himself , the happiness and the worth which they contained . " LINES ON MEETING WITH LORD DAER . THIS WOT ye THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 5.
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... Worth in equal measures trode From simple Catrine , their long - lov'd abode : Last , white - rob'd Peace , crown'd with a hazel wreath , To rustic Agriculture did bequeath The broken iron instruments of death ; At sight of whom our ...
... Worth in equal measures trode From simple Catrine , their long - lov'd abode : Last , white - rob'd Peace , crown'd with a hazel wreath , To rustic Agriculture did bequeath The broken iron instruments of death ; At sight of whom our ...
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... worth in equal measures move in Catrine , the residence of Dugald Stewart ; nor is Mrs. Stewart of Stair , after- wards of Afton , forgotten : - " Benevolence , with mild , benignant air , A female form , came from the towers of Stair ...
... worth in equal measures move in Catrine , the residence of Dugald Stewart ; nor is Mrs. Stewart of Stair , after- wards of Afton , forgotten : - " Benevolence , with mild , benignant air , A female form , came from the towers of Stair ...
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... worth Shall happy be at last . The fifth verse has been restored from the Poet's ma- nuscripts , and I am also enabled to add , from the same source , that the family of the M'Leod's having suffered much from misfortune , Burns was ...
... worth Shall happy be at last . The fifth verse has been restored from the Poet's ma- nuscripts , and I am also enabled to add , from the same source , that the family of the M'Leod's having suffered much from misfortune , Burns was ...
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... them a ' he cow'd ; They durst nae mair than he allow'd , That was a law : We've lost a birkie weel worth gowd , Willie's awa ! * Edinburgh . Now gawkies , tawpies , gowks , and fools , E 2 51 EPISTLE TO WILLIAM CREECH.
... them a ' he cow'd ; They durst nae mair than he allow'd , That was a law : We've lost a birkie weel worth gowd , Willie's awa ! * Edinburgh . Now gawkies , tawpies , gowks , and fools , E 2 51 EPISTLE TO WILLIAM CREECH.
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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.