The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings, to which are Prefixed Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Zväzok 2

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T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1820 - 484 strán (strany)

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Strana 197 - An' 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 301 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Strana 68 - No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, 'No storied urn nor animated bust;' This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.
Strana 339 - Coffins stood round, like open presses; That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some devilish...
Strana 203 - Bagdat in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and, passing from one thought to another, surely, said I, man is but a shadow and life a dream.
Strana 13 - I believe, may be partly owing to my misfortunes giving my mind a melancholy cast : but there is something even in the ' Mighty tempest, and the hoary waste, Abrupt, and deep stretch'd o'er the buried earth," which raises the mind to a serious sublimity favourable to every thing great and noble.
Strana 329 - As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
Strana 461 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then THY sun...
Strana 76 - I have no dearer aim than to have it in my power, unplagued with the routine of business, for which, heaven knows ! I am unfit enough, to make leisurely pilgrimages through Caledonia ; to sit on the fields of her battles ; to wander on the romantic banks of her rivers ; and to muse by the stately towers or venerable ruins, once the honoured abodes of her heroes.
Strana 76 - I follow implicitly. You kindly interest yourself in my future views and prospects; there I can give you no light. It is all Dark as was Chaos ere the infant sun Was roll'd together, or had tried his beams Athwart the gloom profound.

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