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 |
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... Pow'r , incens'd , the Pageant will defert , The pompous ftrain , the facerdotal stole ; But haply , in fome Cottage far apart , May hear , well pleas'd the language of the Soul ; And in his Book of Life the inmates poor en- roll ...
... Pow'r , incens'd , the Pageant will defert , The pompous ftrain , the facerdotal stole ; But haply , in fome Cottage far apart , May hear , well pleas'd the language of the Soul ; And in his Book of Life the inmates poor en- roll ...
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... pow'r To make his fellow mourn ? X. Yet , let not this too much , my Son , Disturb thy youthful breast : This partial view of human - kind Is furely not the last ! The poor , oppreffed , honeft man Had never , fure , been born , Had ...
... pow'r To make his fellow mourn ? X. Yet , let not this too much , my Son , Disturb thy youthful breast : This partial view of human - kind Is furely not the last ! The poor , oppreffed , honeft man Had never , fure , been born , Had ...
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... pow'r affift ev'n me , Those headlong , furious paffions to confine ; For all unfit I feel my powers to be , To rule their torrent in th ' allowed line ; O , aid me with Thy help , Omnipotence Divine ! Lying Lying at a Reverend Friend's ...
... pow'r affift ev'n me , Those headlong , furious paffions to confine ; For all unfit I feel my powers to be , To rule their torrent in th ' allowed line ; O , aid me with Thy help , Omnipotence Divine ! Lying Lying at a Reverend Friend's ...
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... the room where he flept : - 1 . O THOU dread Pow'r , who reign'st above ! I know Thou will me hear : When for this scene of peace and love , I make my pray'r fincere . II . II . The hoary Sire - the mortal stroke , ( 31 )
... the room where he flept : - 1 . O THOU dread Pow'r , who reign'st above ! I know Thou will me hear : When for this scene of peace and love , I make my pray'r fincere . II . II . The hoary Sire - the mortal stroke , ( 31 )
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... Pow'r which rais'd and still upholds This univerfal frame , From countlefs , unbeginning time Was ever ftill the fame . Those mighty periods of years Which seem to us fo vaft , Appear no more before Thy fight Than yesterday that's past ...
... Pow'r which rais'd and still upholds This univerfal frame , From countlefs , unbeginning time Was ever ftill the fame . Those mighty periods of years Which seem to us fo vaft , Appear no more before Thy fight Than yesterday that's past ...
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Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 14 - ... how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's...
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...