The Works of Robert Burns, Volume 2Paterson, 1877 - Poets, Scottish |
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Alison Cockburn Allan Cunningham amang auld Ayrshire banks of Ayr bard beautiful birks of Aberfeldy blaw blythe Bonie lassie bonie Mary bosom braes Brig Burns Burns's Chambers charms Clarinda compliment composed copy Creech Crochallan CROMEK Cunningham daunton dear death Dugald Stewart Dunlop e'en Edinburgh edition Ellisland EPIGRAM epistle fair Farewell fate favourite flow'rs frae Gavin Hamilton Glen Glenriddell Greenock gude hame heart Heaven Highland honest John JOHNSON'S MUSEUM Kilmarnock lady lass lassie letter lines Lord Mauchline melody Miss mony morning Mossgiel Muse Nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre poem poet poet's referred roar Robert ROBERT BURNS Sam Bough Samson's dead says Scotia's Scots shews sing song stanza Stewart sweet thee thou thro tune Twas verses weel wild Willie wind words ye go young
Popular passages
Page 262 - Chorus.—My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here. My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, &c.
Page 270 - ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful 1 rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast
Page 274 - do mair. But to conclude my silly rhyme (I'm scant o' verse and scant o' time), To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life. My compliments to sister Beckie, And eke the same to honest Lucky ; I wat she is a daintie chuckie,
Page 270 - rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity can
Page 226 - JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. (JOHNsON's MUsEUM, 1790.) JOHN Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; * But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, b John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the
Page 318 - twad blawn its last; The rattling showers 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 deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his gray
Page 157 - and in this little song, Jenny's master follows her example. " Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west," &c. The peculiar style of expression in line fifth has been often criticised: pedants have pronounced it ungrammatical; but it is Burns's own wellconsidered phraseology, and its simplicity is very musical to a Scotch ear.
Page 318 - pole to pole, Near and more near the thunders roll, When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Aloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn ! What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil ! The swats
Page 319 - By which heroic Tam was able To note upon the haly table, A murderer's banes, in gibbet-airns; Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns ; A thief, new-cutted frae a rape, Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape ; Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted : Five scymitars, wi
Page 329 - The mavis wild -wi' mony a note, Sings drowsy day to rest : In love and freedom they rejoice, Wi' care nor thrall opprest. Now blooms the lily by the bank, The primrose down the brae; The hawthorn's budding in the glen, And milk-white is the slae : The meanest hind in fair Scotland May rove thae