The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Zväzok 3Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 strán (strany) |
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Strana 9
... rhyming billie , We never heed , But take it like the unbacked filly , Proud o ' her speed . When idly goavan whyles we saunter Yirr , fancy barks , awa ' we canter Uphill , down brae , till some mishanter , Some black bog - hole ...
... rhyming billie , We never heed , But take it like the unbacked filly , Proud o ' her speed . When idly goavan whyles we saunter Yirr , fancy barks , awa ' we canter Uphill , down brae , till some mishanter , Some black bog - hole ...
Strana 14
... rhymes ? Or labour hard the panegyric close , With all the venal soul of dedicating prose ? No ! though his artless strains he rudely sings , And throws his hand uncouthly o'er the strings , He glows with all the spirit of the Bard , 14 ...
... rhymes ? Or labour hard the panegyric close , With all the venal soul of dedicating prose ? No ! though his artless strains he rudely sings , And throws his hand uncouthly o'er the strings , He glows with all the spirit of the Bard , 14 ...
Strana 26
... rhymes , One friendly sigh for him — he asks no more , - Who distant burns in flaming torrid climes , Or haply lies beneath th ' Atlantic roar . - The name of the lady to whom this double present of praise and poetry was given has not ...
... rhymes , One friendly sigh for him — he asks no more , - Who distant burns in flaming torrid climes , Or haply lies beneath th ' Atlantic roar . - The name of the lady to whom this double present of praise and poetry was given has not ...
Strana 29
... rhyming tribe over the ashes of the great are cursedly suspicious , and out of all character for sincerity . These ideas damped my muse's fire : however I have done the best I could . " How the poem was welcomed , and what the Poet felt ...
... rhyming tribe over the ashes of the great are cursedly suspicious , and out of all character for sincerity . These ideas damped my muse's fire : however I have done the best I could . " How the poem was welcomed , and what the Poet felt ...
Strana 41
... rhyme , I shall give a specimen , such as will induce the reader to desire more . " Your last verses , " says Burns , " have so delighted me , that I have got an excellent old Scots air that suits the measure , and you shall see them in ...
... rhyme , I shall give a specimen , such as will induce the reader to desire more . " Your last verses , " says Burns , " have so delighted me , that I have got an excellent old Scots air that suits the measure , and you shall see them in ...
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The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Zväzok 3 Robert Burns,Allan Cunningham Úplné zobrazenie - 1834 |
The Works of Robert Burns; with His Life, Zväzok 3 Robert Burns,Allan Cunningham Úplné zobrazenie - 1834 |
The Works of Robert Burns; with His Life, Zväzok 3 Robert Burns,Allan Cunningham Úplné zobrazenie - 1834 |
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Strana 170 - 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...
Strana 205 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Strana 175 - As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollo.
Strana 169 - 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...
Strana 173 - Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' guid blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies For ae blink o
Strana 172 - Nae cotillon brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick in shape o...
Strana 174 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Strana 38 - ... in the whole strain of his bearing and conversation, a most thorough conviction, that, in the society of the most eminent men of his nation, he was exactly where he was entitled to be ; hardly deigned to flatter them by exhibiting even an occasional symptom of being flattered...
Strana 47 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Strana 333 - And turn'd him o'er and o'er. They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones ; But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones.