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... rhyme are easy and humorous . At the time that he be- came intimate with the family of William Burness he kept the Parish school ; Robert , who never neglected an opportunity of obtaining knowledge , cultivated his ac- quaintance , and ...
... rhyme are easy and humorous . At the time that he be- came intimate with the family of William Burness he kept the Parish school ; Robert , who never neglected an opportunity of obtaining knowledge , cultivated his ac- quaintance , and ...
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... , Your wily snares an ' fechtin fierce , Sin ' that day Michael did you pierce , Down to this time , Wad ding a Lallan tongue , or Erse , In prose or rhyme . 66 An ' now , auld Cloots , I ken 28 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
... , Your wily snares an ' fechtin fierce , Sin ' that day Michael did you pierce , Down to this time , Wad ding a Lallan tongue , or Erse , In prose or rhyme . 66 An ' now , auld Cloots , I ken 28 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
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... rhyming satire on the minister from his own text , and repeated it when he sat down to dinner with his friend . The Poet had no personal dislike to his victim - and desired his lampoon to be looked upon merely as a poetic sally . The ...
... rhyming satire on the minister from his own text , and repeated it when he sat down to dinner with his friend . The Poet had no personal dislike to his victim - and desired his lampoon to be looked upon merely as a poetic sally . The ...
Page 123
... , To mak amends for scrimpit stature , She's turn'd you aff , a human creature On her first plan ; And in her freaks , on every feature She's wrote , the Man . Just now I've ta'en the fit o ' rhyme , 123 To JAMES SMITH.
... , To mak amends for scrimpit stature , She's turn'd you aff , a human creature On her first plan ; And in her freaks , on every feature She's wrote , the Man . Just now I've ta'en the fit o ' rhyme , 123 To JAMES SMITH.
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... rhyme , My barmie noddle's working prime , My fancy yerkit up sublime Wi ' hasty summon : Hae ye a leisure - moment's time To hear what's comin ' ? Some rhyme a neighbour's name to lash ; Some rhyme ( vain thought ! ) for needfu ' cash ...
... rhyme , My barmie noddle's working prime , My fancy yerkit up sublime Wi ' hasty summon : Hae ye a leisure - moment's time To hear what's comin ' ? Some rhyme a neighbour's name to lash ; Some rhyme ( vain thought ! ) for needfu ' cash ...
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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