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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... scenes of your early days Guffer me to hope that they may sometimes recall to your mind the friend who addresses you , and who bids you most affec- tionately adieu ! Liverpool , 1st May , 1800 . J. CURRIE . CONTENTS . ཌ ༴ ; PAGE 1 129 ...
... scenes of your early days Guffer me to hope that they may sometimes recall to your mind the friend who addresses you , and who bids you most affec- tionately adieu ! Liverpool , 1st May , 1800 . J. CURRIE . CONTENTS . ཌ ༴ ; PAGE 1 129 ...
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... scene 118 • 148 . 125 232 Why , why tell thy over • . 237 152 Why , ye tenants of the lake 151 . 145 € 161 The friend whom wild from wisdom's way 180 The gloomy night is gath'ring fast Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed Will ye go to the ...
... scene 118 • 148 . 125 232 Why , why tell thy over • . 237 152 Why , ye tenants of the lake 151 . 145 € 161 The friend whom wild from wisdom's way 180 The gloomy night is gath'ring fast Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed Will ye go to the ...
Strana xxv
... scenes , to the latest periods of life , to sooth the heart with the pleasures of memory , when those of hope die away . defence , as well as for the supply of common | inferior nations have maintained their indepen- wants , mutual good ...
... scenes , to the latest periods of life , to sooth the heart with the pleasures of memory , when those of hope die away . defence , as well as for the supply of common | inferior nations have maintained their indepen- wants , mutual good ...
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... scenes . It is not commonly at this green age that our young gentry have a just sense of the immense distance between them and their ragged play fellows . It takes a few dashes into the world , to give the young great man that proper ...
... scenes . It is not commonly at this green age that our young gentry have a just sense of the immense distance between them and their ragged play fellows . It takes a few dashes into the world , to give the young great man that proper ...
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... Scenes of swaggering riot and roaring dissipation were till this time new to me ; but I was no enemy to social life . Here , though I learnt to fill my glass , and to mix without fear in a drunken squabble , yet I went on with a high ...
... Scenes of swaggering riot and roaring dissipation were till this time new to me ; but I was no enemy to social life . Here , though I learnt to fill my glass , and to mix without fear in a drunken squabble , yet I went on with a high ...
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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,...