Robert Burns: How to Know HimBobbs-Merrill Company, 1917 - 332 strán (strany) |
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... Jean Ar- mour , the daughter of a mason in the village . What was for Burns a prolonged courtship en- sued , and in the spring of 1786 he learned that Jean's condition was such that he gave her a paper acknowledging her as his wife . To ...
... Jean Ar- mour , the daughter of a mason in the village . What was for Burns a prolonged courtship en- sued , and in the spring of 1786 he learned that Jean's condition was such that he gave her a paper acknowledging her as his wife . To ...
Strana 36
... Jean to give up the paper , and sent her off to another town . Burns chose to regard Jean's submission to her father as inexcusable faithlessness , and proceeded to in- dulge in the ecstatic misery of the lover betrayed . There is no ...
... Jean to give up the paper , and sent her off to another town . Burns chose to regard Jean's submission to her father as inexcusable faithlessness , and proceeded to in- dulge in the ecstatic misery of the lover betrayed . There is no ...
Strana 37
... Jean , he idealized it beyond his wont , and the subject of it has been exalted to the place among his heroines which is surely due to the long - suffering woman who became his wife . In this same summer Burns formed the project of ...
... Jean , he idealized it beyond his wont , and the subject of it has been exalted to the place among his heroines which is surely due to the long - suffering woman who became his wife . In this same summer Burns formed the project of ...
Strana 38
... Jean's expected child , and Burns , fearing imprisonment , was forced to go into hiding while his book was pass- ing the press . The church , too , had taken cog- nizance of his offense , and both Jean and he had to stand up before the ...
... Jean's expected child , and Burns , fearing imprisonment , was forced to go into hiding while his book was pass- ing the press . The church , too , had taken cog- nizance of his offense , and both Jean and he had to stand up before the ...
Strana 39
... Jean became the mother of twins , the poet was in such a mood that the sentiment of paternity began to weigh against the proposed emigration . Some weeks later he learned through a friend that Doctor Blacklock , a poet and scholar of ...
... Jean became the mother of twins , the poet was in such a mood that the sentiment of paternity began to weigh against the proposed emigration . Some weeks later he learned through a friend that Doctor Blacklock , a poet and scholar of ...
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Strana 12 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Strana 263 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out, " Weel done, Cutty-sark !" And in an instant all was dark: And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke ; 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 skreech and hollow.
Strana 113 - 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, O!
Strana 178 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human. One point must still be greatly dark, The moving why they do it; And just as lamely can ye mark How far perhaps they rue it.
Strana 8 - MY lov'd my honor'd, much respected friend ! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...
Strana 10 - But, hark! a rap comes gently to the door; . Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; With heart-struck anxious care inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak; Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Strana 158 - 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 11 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk- white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Strana 146 - John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Strana 49 - 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.