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... human bosom pryin , Unseen thou lurks . I've heard my reverend Graunie say , In lanely glens ye like to stray ; Or where auld - ruin'd castles , gray , Nod to the moon , Ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way Wi ' eldritch croon . When ...
... human bosom pryin , Unseen thou lurks . I've heard my reverend Graunie say , In lanely glens ye like to stray ; Or where auld - ruin'd castles , gray , Nod to the moon , Ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way Wi ' eldritch croon . When ...
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... human weakness has come short , Or frailty stept aside , Do Thou , All - Good ! for such thou art , In shades of darkness hide . Where with intention I have err'd , No other plea I have , But , Thou art good ; and goodness still ...
... human weakness has come short , Or frailty stept aside , Do Thou , All - Good ! for such thou art , In shades of darkness hide . Where with intention I have err'd , No other plea I have , But , Thou art good ; and goodness still ...
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... " The grand end of human life is to cultivate an intercourse with that Being to whom we owe life with every enjoyment that renders life delightful . ” A WINTER NIGHT . " Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er 44 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BUrns .
... " The grand end of human life is to cultivate an intercourse with that Being to whom we owe life with every enjoyment that renders life delightful . ” A WINTER NIGHT . " Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er 44 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BUrns .
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... human character , he has reared a poetic one , which , with more or less distinctness , presents itself to view in almost every part of his earlier , and , in my estimation , his most valuable verses . This poetic fabric , dug out of ...
... human character , he has reared a poetic one , which , with more or less distinctness , presents itself to view in almost every part of his earlier , and , in my estimation , his most valuable verses . This poetic fabric , dug out of ...
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... human hearts ; For ne'er a bosom yet was prief Against your arts . For me , I swear by sun an ' moon , And ev'ry star that blinks aboon . Ye've cost me twenty pair o ' shoon Just gaun to see you ; And ev'ry ither pair that's done , Mair ...
... human hearts ; For ne'er a bosom yet was prief Against your arts . For me , I swear by sun an ' moon , And ev'ry star that blinks aboon . Ye've cost me twenty pair o ' shoon Just gaun to see you ; And ev'ry ither pair that's done , Mair ...
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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