The poetical works [and correspondence] of Robert Burns, Vydanie 361868 |
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Strana v
... tell you , that the poor author wrote them under some twitch- ing qualms of conscience , arising from a suspicion that he was doing what he ought not to do ; a predicamen : he has more than once been in be- fore . I have not the most ...
... tell you , that the poor author wrote them under some twitch- ing qualms of conscience , arising from a suspicion that he was doing what he ought not to do ; a predicamen : he has more than once been in be- fore . I have not the most ...
Strana xv
... tell you but little more relative to the poet . I shall , however , in my next , send you a copy of one of his letters to me , about the year 1783. I received one since , but it is mislaid . Please re- member me , in the best manner ...
... tell you but little more relative to the poet . I shall , however , in my next , send you a copy of one of his letters to me , about the year 1783. I received one since , but it is mislaid . Please re- member me , in the best manner ...
Strana xxx
... tell you that Burns had got a pair of Jemmy boots for the journey , which had been thoroughly wet , and which had been dried in such a manner that it was not possible to get them on again - The brawny poet tried force , and tore them to ...
... tell you that Burns had got a pair of Jemmy boots for the journey , which had been thoroughly wet , and which had been dried in such a manner that it was not possible to get them on again - The brawny poet tried force , and tore them to ...
Strana xxxvii
... tell , In strains impassion'd , fond and free , Since he no more the song shall swell To love , and liberty , and thee . With step - dame eye and frown severe His hapless youth why didst thou view ? For all thy joys to him were dear ...
... tell , In strains impassion'd , fond and free , Since he no more the song shall swell To love , and liberty , and thee . With step - dame eye and frown severe His hapless youth why didst thou view ? For all thy joys to him were dear ...
Strana 2
... tell what new taxation's comin , And ferlie at the folk in Lon'on . As bleak - fac'd Hallowmas returns , They get the jovial , rantine kirns , When rural life , o ' every station , Unite in common recreation ; Love Blinks , Wit slaps ...
... tell what new taxation's comin , And ferlie at the folk in Lon'on . As bleak - fac'd Hallowmas returns , They get the jovial , rantine kirns , When rural life , o ' every station , Unite in common recreation ; Love Blinks , Wit slaps ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
57 Song amang auld Ayrshire ballad banks bard beauty bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms dear sir deil Dumfries e'en e'er Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh Ellisland fair fancy fate father favourite Fête Champêtre frae Gala Water genius give glen hame happy heart Highland Highland laddie honest honour humble Kilmarnock kind laddie lady lass lassie letter Lord madam Mauchline maun mind mony morning muse ne'er never night Note o'er owre pleasure poems poet poetic poor pride rhyme Robert ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul stanzas sweet Tarbolton taste tears tell thee There's THOMSON thou thought thro tion tune unco verses weary weel Whyles wild William Burnes Willie wind wish worth ye'll young
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Strana 16 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Strana 16 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Strana 85 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! " Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! " Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
Strana 13 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay his head; How his first followers and servants sped: The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then, kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope springs...
Strana 62 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' 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 57 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor ; How...
Strana 141 - Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the /Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities : a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or wo beyond death and the grave.
Strana 13 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Strana 9 - Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin ! An" naething, now, to big a new ane, O...
Strana 49 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi