Reliques of Robert Burns: Consisting Chiefly of Original Letters, Poems, and Critical Observations on Scottish SongsBradford and Inskeep, 1809 - 294 strán (strany) |
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... seen since I came to Edinburgh ; which , a circumstance not very uncommon in story- telling , brings me back to where I set out . To make you some amends for what , before you reach this paragraph , you will have suffered ; I enclose ...
... seen since I came to Edinburgh ; which , a circumstance not very uncommon in story- telling , brings me back to where I set out . To make you some amends for what , before you reach this paragraph , you will have suffered ; I enclose ...
Strana 24
... seen them these several years , so you can have very little idea of what these young folks are now . Your brother is as tall as you are , but slender rather than otherwise ; and I have the satis- faction to inform you that he is getting ...
... seen them these several years , so you can have very little idea of what these young folks are now . Your brother is as tall as you are , but slender rather than otherwise ; and I have the satis- faction to inform you that he is getting ...
Strana 27
... seen the day - but that is a " tale of other years . " - In my conscience I believe that my heart has been so oft on fire that it is absolutely vitrified . I look on the sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the ...
... seen the day - but that is a " tale of other years . " - In my conscience I believe that my heart has been so oft on fire that it is absolutely vitrified . I look on the sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the ...
Strana 46
... seen in Edinburgh . " Fair and lovely are thy works , Lord God Almighty ! Who would not praise Thee for these Thy gifts in Thy goodness to the sons of men ! " It needed not your fine taste to admire them . I declare , one day I had the ...
... seen in Edinburgh . " Fair and lovely are thy works , Lord God Almighty ! Who would not praise Thee for these Thy gifts in Thy goodness to the sons of men ! " It needed not your fine taste to admire them . I declare , one day I had the ...
Strana 64
... seen the day when my auditory nerves would have felt very delicately on this subject ; but a wife and children are things which have a wonderful power in blunting these kind of sensations . Fifty pounds a year for life , and a provision ...
... seen the day when my auditory nerves would have felt very delicately on this subject ; but a wife and children are things which have a wonderful power in blunting these kind of sensations . Fifty pounds a year for life , and a provision ...
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acquaintance Allan Water amang Auld Ayrshire ballad banks beautiful Blacklock bonie lass bosom brother Burns Burns's called charms compliments composed copy Currie's Dalswinton DEAR FRIEND DEAR SIR Dumfries e'en Edinburgh Ellisland excise farewel feelings frae Gavin Hamilton give gude Gypsie Laddie hand happy heart Highland Highland Laddie honest honor idea kind Laddie lady lassie letter Lord Madam Mauchline maun mind misfortune Miss mony morning muse ne'er never night noble O'er the moor old song pleasure poem poet poetic poor present river Doon ROBERT BURNS Roslin Castle Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum Scottish sentiments sing soul sparklin stanza sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion tune verses weel wife WILLIAM BURNS Willie wish words write young
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Strana 13 - That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love ; And sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'da rose, Frae aff its thorny tree ; And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi
Strana 278 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Strana 173 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Strana 171 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie The boat rocks at the pier o...
Strana 12 - Doon, How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o
Strana 225 - Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride. Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Strana 213 - mid renewing storms: Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ? Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ? For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms; I tremble to approach an angry GOD, And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. Fain would I say,
Strana 211 - An' riches still may fly them, O ; An' tho' at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O. Green grow, &c. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O ; An
Strana 185 - But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands, Her sweets no longer with her dwells: But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one. Such fate ere long will thee betide When thou hast handled been awhile, With sere flowers to be thrown aside; And I shall sigh, while some will smile, To see thy love to every one Hath brought thee to be loved by none.
Strana 119 - How are you, my dear friend, and how comes on your fifth volume ? You may probably think that for some time past I have neglected you and your work ; but, alas! the hand of pain, sorrow, and care, has these many months lain heavy on me.