John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Robert Burns. (17591796) (continued)
4773 Oh, my luve s like a red, red rose, That s newly sprung in June; Oh, my luve s like the melodie That s sweetly played in tune.
A Red, Red Rose.
4774 Contented wi little, and cantie wi mair.
Contented wi Little.
4775 Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Tam o Shanter.
4776 Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises.
Tam o Shanter.
4777 His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tam loed him like a vera brither, They had been fou for weeks thegither.
Tam o Shanter.
4778 The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi favours secret, sweet, and precious.
Tam o Shanter.
4779 The landlords laugh was ready chorus.
Tam o Shanter.
4780 Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, Oer a the ills o life victorious.
Tam o Shanter.
4781 But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.
Tam o Shanter.
4782 Nae man can tether time or tide. 1
Tam o Shanter.
4783 That hour, o nights black arch the keystane.
Tam o Shanter.
4784 Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Tam o Shanter.
4785 As Tammie glowred, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
Tam o Shanter.