The Life and Land of BurnsJ & H.G. Langley, 1841 - 363 strán (strany) |
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Strana 80
... lasses of the west : and , finally that crowning glory of all his lyric compositions , " Green grow the rashes . " This little clasped book , however , seems not to have been made his confidante till his twenty - third or twenty ...
... lasses of the west : and , finally that crowning glory of all his lyric compositions , " Green grow the rashes . " This little clasped book , however , seems not to have been made his confidante till his twenty - third or twenty ...
Strana 82
... lasses of the barn and of the byre , who had never been in higher company than that of shepherds or ploughmen , or danced in a politer assembly than that of their fellow- peasants , on a barn - floor , to the sound of the district ...
... lasses of the barn and of the byre , who had never been in higher company than that of shepherds or ploughmen , or danced in a politer assembly than that of their fellow- peasants , on a barn - floor , to the sound of the district ...
Strana 83
... lasses of the West , to whom , if he did not surrender his heart , he rendered homage ; and both elegance of form and beauty of face were visible to all in those of whom he afterwards sang -the Hamiltons and the Burnets of Edinburgh ...
... lasses of the West , to whom , if he did not surrender his heart , he rendered homage ; and both elegance of form and beauty of face were visible to all in those of whom he afterwards sang -the Hamiltons and the Burnets of Edinburgh ...
Strana 94
... lasses 66 skelping barefoot , " in silks and in scarlets , to a field-- preaching - walking in imagination with the rosie widow , who on Halloween ventured to dip her left sleeve in the burn where three lairds ' lands met — making the ...
... lasses 66 skelping barefoot , " in silks and in scarlets , to a field-- preaching - walking in imagination with the rosie widow , who on Halloween ventured to dip her left sleeve in the burn where three lairds ' lands met — making the ...
Strana 141
... lasses with golden or with flaxen locks , in the valley where he dwelt . Of Jean M'Murdo and her sister Phillis he loved to sing ; and their beauty merited his strains : to one who died in her bloom , Lucy Johnston , he addressed a song ...
... lasses with golden or with flaxen locks , in the valley where he dwelt . Of Jean M'Murdo and her sister Phillis he loved to sing ; and their beauty merited his strains : to one who died in her bloom , Lucy Johnston , he addressed a song ...
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auld banks bard beauty Birks of Aberfeldy bonnie Brig brother Burns's called charms composed Dalswinton dear sir Doon Dugald Stewart Dumfries Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh elegant Ellisland fair fame fancy farm farmer father favorite feeling genius Glencairn grace hand happy heart heaven Highland honor hope humble humor inspired Jacobitism John John Anderson Kilmarnock kind kirk lady land lasses letter light lived look Lord lyric Mauchline mind moral Mossgiel mother muse native nature never night Nith Nithsdale noble perhaps pleasure plough poems poet poet's poetic poetry poor rhyme Robert Burns rustic satire says scene Scotland Scottish seems sentiments Shanter song soul spirit strain stream sweet Tarbolton taste things Thomson thou thought tion true verse voice walk Wallace wife WILLIAM DUNBAR wonder words write written wrote young
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Strana 175 - E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy. As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o
Strana 312 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine. A Man's a Man for a
Strana 187 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Strana 221 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Strana 166 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, and glowed (I say literally glowed] when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men in my time.
Strana 261 - With friendship, peace, and contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep retir'd distress. How many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...
Strana 73 - In my infant and boyish days, too, I owed much to an old woman who resided in the family, remarkable for her ignorance, credulity, and superstition. She had, I suppose, the largest collection in the country of tales and songs concerning devils, ghosts, fairies, brownies, witches, warlocks, spunkies, kelpies, elf-candles, dead-lights, wraiths, apparitions, cantraips, giants, enchanted towers, dragons, and other trumpery.
Strana 134 - They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark! Now Tam, O Tam, had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens! Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!
Strana 23 - We know nothing, or next to nothing, of the substance or structure of our souls, so cannot account for those seeming caprices in them, that one should be particularly pleased with this thing, or struck with that, which, on minds of a different cast, makes no extraordinary impression. I have some...
Strana 45 - ... talents. His features are represented in Mr Nasmyth's picture, but to me it conveys the idea that they are diminished as if seen in perspective. I think his countenance was more massive than it looks in any of the portraits.