Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. A New Edition, Considerably Enlarged. ...T. Cadell jun. and W. Davies, London; and William Creech, Edinburgh, 1798 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 17
עמוד 3
... Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee - things , toddlin , ftacher through To meet their Dad , wi ' flichterin noise an ' glee . His wee bit ingle , blinkin bonnily , His clean hearth - ftane , his thriftie Wife's ...
... Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee - things , toddlin , ftacher through To meet their Dad , wi ' flichterin noise an ' glee . His wee bit ingle , blinkin bonnily , His clean hearth - ftane , his thriftie Wife's ...
עמוד 8
... Beneath the milk - white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale . ' X. Is there , in human form , that bears a heart- A Wretch ! a Villain ! loft to love and truth ! That can , with ftudied , fly , enfnaring art , Betray Sweet Jenny's ...
... Beneath the milk - white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale . ' X. Is there , in human form , that bears a heart- A Wretch ! a Villain ! loft to love and truth ! That can , with ftudied , fly , enfnaring art , Betray Sweet Jenny's ...
עמוד 12
... Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint , and wailing cry ; Or rapt Ifaiah's wild , feraphic fire ; Or other Holy Seers that tune the facred lyre , XV , Perhaps the Chriftian Volume is the theme , How ...
... Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint , and wailing cry ; Or rapt Ifaiah's wild , feraphic fire ; Or other Holy Seers that tune the facred lyre , XV , Perhaps the Chriftian Volume is the theme , How ...
עמוד 29
... beneath his fin - avenging rod . 6 Fain would I fay , Forgive my foul offence ! " Fain promise never more to disobey ; But , fhould my Author health again difpenfe , Again I might defert fair Virtue's way ; Again in Folly's path might ...
... beneath his fin - avenging rod . 6 Fain would I fay , Forgive my foul offence ! " Fain promise never more to disobey ; But , fhould my Author health again difpenfe , Again I might defert fair Virtue's way ; Again in Folly's path might ...
עמוד 38
... O THOU , the firft , the greatest friend Of all the human race ! Whofe ftrong right - hand has ever been Their stay and dwelling - place ! Before Before the mountains heav'd their heads Beneath Thy forming hand ( 38 )
... O THOU , the firft , the greatest friend Of all the human race ! Whofe ftrong right - hand has ever been Their stay and dwelling - place ! Before Before the mountains heav'd their heads Beneath Thy forming hand ( 38 )
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 9 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?
עמוד 51 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.
עמוד 203 - Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft ; Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They...
עמוד 199 - 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...
עמוד 202 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red-rusted; Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
עמוד 14 - ... how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's...
עמוד 16 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' 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!
עמוד 199 - twad blawn its last; The rattling show'rs rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd; Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellow'd: That night, a child might understand, The de'il had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his grey mare, Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire, Despising wind, and rain, and fire; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet; Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet Whiles glow'ring round wi...
עמוד 15 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
עמוד 6 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...