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... honest woman ! Aft yont the dyke she's heard you bummin , Wi ' eerie drone ; Or , rustlin , thro ' the boortries comin , Wi ' heavy groan . Ae dreary , windy , winter night , The stars shot down wi ' sklentin light , Wi ' you , mysel ...
... honest woman ! Aft yont the dyke she's heard you bummin , Wi ' eerie drone ; Or , rustlin , thro ' the boortries comin , Wi ' heavy groan . Ae dreary , windy , winter night , The stars shot down wi ' sklentin light , Wi ' you , mysel ...
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... Moor . ' " " There are three noble sights in nature , " says an old 66 authority : a man thinking , an eagle flying , and a horse at full speed . " TO A HAGGIS . FAIR fa ' your honest , 36 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
... Moor . ' " " There are three noble sights in nature , " says an old 66 authority : a man thinking , an eagle flying , and a horse at full speed . " TO A HAGGIS . FAIR fa ' your honest , 36 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
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... honest , sonsie face , Great chieftain o ' the puddin - race ! Aboon them a ' ye tak your place , Painch , tripe , or thairm : Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's my arm . The groaning trencher there ye fill , Your hurdies like a ...
... honest , sonsie face , Great chieftain o ' the puddin - race ! Aboon them a ' ye tak your place , Painch , tripe , or thairm : Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's my arm . The groaning trencher there ye fill , Your hurdies like a ...
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... honest wabster to his trade , Whase wife's twa nieves were scarce weel bred , Gat tippence - worth to mend her head , When it was sair ; The wife slade cannie to her bed , But ne'er spak mair . " A countra laird had ta'en the batts , Or ...
... honest wabster to his trade , Whase wife's twa nieves were scarce weel bred , Gat tippence - worth to mend her head , When it was sair ; The wife slade cannie to her bed , But ne'er spak mair . " A countra laird had ta'en the batts , Or ...
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... honest man ; " said another . " That can never be , " said John Parker , a decorous man and an elder- " and yet it's him . Na , I'll no believe my ain een ! " The doubts of his elder were cut short by the Minister himself halting , and ...
... honest man ; " said another . " That can never be , " said John Parker , a decorous man and an elder- " and yet it's him . Na , I'll no believe my ain een ! " The doubts of his elder were cut short by the Minister himself halting , and ...
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Page 278 - O, wad some Power the giftie gie us to see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us an' foolish notion: what airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, and ev'n Devotion!
Page 257 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing' That thus they all shall meet in future days: There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 255 - 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.
Page 146 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Page 267 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 228 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 255 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 258 - And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Page 338 - I've notic'd, on our Laird's court-day, An' mony a time my heart's been wae, Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear. He'll apprehend them, poind their gear ; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear an' tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches.
Page 175 - A set o' dull conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college classes ! They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o