The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His WritingsT. Nelson and P. Brown, 1835 - 260 strán (strany) |
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Strana iii
... meet any one who , in the course of a single interview , communicated to me so strong an impression of the force and versatility of his talents . After this I read the poems then published with greater interest and attention , and with ...
... meet any one who , in the course of a single interview , communicated to me so strong an impression of the force and versatility of his talents . After this I read the poems then published with greater interest and attention , and with ...
Strana xviii
... meet and assess the several heritors with the requisite sum for building a school - house , and to elect a schoolmaster , and modify a salary for him in all time to come . The salary is ordered not to be under one hundred , nor above ...
... meet and assess the several heritors with the requisite sum for building a school - house , and to elect a schoolmaster , and modify a salary for him in all time to come . The salary is ordered not to be under one hundred , nor above ...
Strana xxx
... meet her ; and the last two nights of my stay in the country , had sleep been a mortal sin , the image of this modest and innocent girl had kept me guiltless . " I returned home very considerably improv- ed . My reading was enlarged ...
... meet her ; and the last two nights of my stay in the country , had sleep been a mortal sin , the image of this modest and innocent girl had kept me guiltless . " I returned home very considerably improv- ed . My reading was enlarged ...
Strana xxxi
... meet me in the field of matrimony , jilted me , with peculiar circumstances of mortifica- tion . The finishing evil that brought up the rear of this infernal file , was , my constitutional melancholy being increased to such a degree ...
... meet me in the field of matrimony , jilted me , with peculiar circumstances of mortifica- tion . The finishing evil that brought up the rear of this infernal file , was , my constitutional melancholy being increased to such a degree ...
Strana xxxii
... meet with some applause : but , at the worst , the roar of the Atlantic would deafen the voice of censure , and the novelty of West Indian scenes make me forget neglect . I threw off six hundred copies , of which I had got subscriptions ...
... meet with some applause : but , at the worst , the roar of the Atlantic would deafen the voice of censure , and the novelty of West Indian scenes make me forget neglect . I threw off six hundred copies , of which I had got subscriptions ...
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The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and Criticism on His ... Robert Burns Úplné zobrazenie - 1830 |
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acquaintance Allan Ramsay appear auld Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful bonnie bosom Brig brother Burns character charms composition delight dialect Duke of Athole Dumfries DUNLOP Edinburgh Ellisland English Excise fame fancy farm father favour feelings frae friendship genius give happy heart honest honour hope House of Stuart humble humour imagination kind labour lady lasses letter Lord madam mair manners Mauchline maun melancholy merit mind mony muse native nature ne'er never night noble o'er owre passion perhaps pleasure poems poet poetical poetry poor powers pride Ramsay respect rhyme Robert Robert Burns rustic scene Scot Scotland Scottish sensibility sentiments Shanter songs soul spirit sweet talents Tarbolton taste tell thee thing thou thought thro tion Twas verses virtue weel Whyles wild William Burnes wish worth write
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Strana 28 - But to conclude my silly rhyme, (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time,) To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Strana 97 - 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 115 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, 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!
Strana 167 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Strana 155 - I aft hae kissed sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly ; And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Strana 95 - The sire turns o'er wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
Strana 171 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a Slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw ; Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Strana 139 - 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
Strana 35 - As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
Strana 114 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, 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,...