The Works of Robert BurnsT. Tegg, 1840 - 820 strán (strany) |
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Strana 8
... wrote often , and in the most friendly and con- fidential terms . When that individual was commencing business in his native town , the poet addressed him a poetical epistle of appro- priate advice , headed with the well - known lines ...
... wrote often , and in the most friendly and con- fidential terms . When that individual was commencing business in his native town , the poet addressed him a poetical epistle of appro- priate advice , headed with the well - known lines ...
Strana 14
... wrote that Prayer , in which some have seen nothing but sentiments of contrition and submissiveness , and others a desire to lay on the Creator the blame of the follies with which he charges himself . I have heard his enemies quote the ...
... wrote that Prayer , in which some have seen nothing but sentiments of contrition and submissiveness , and others a desire to lay on the Creator the blame of the follies with which he charges himself . I have heard his enemies quote the ...
Strana 21
... wrote down his own hopes and aspirations . He has even recorded his stature in rhyme : — " O ! why the deuce should I repine , Or be an ill foreboder ? I'm twenty - three , and five feet nine , I'll go and be a sodger . " His large dark ...
... wrote down his own hopes and aspirations . He has even recorded his stature in rhyme : — " O ! why the deuce should I repine , Or be an ill foreboder ? I'm twenty - three , and five feet nine , I'll go and be a sodger . " His large dark ...
Strana 23
... wrote it in his books , but wrought it into his rhymes , and be- gan to entertain hopes of distinction in the realms of song . But nothing , perhaps , marks the character of the man more than the alteration which he made in his own name ...
... wrote it in his books , but wrought it into his rhymes , and be- gan to entertain hopes of distinction in the realms of song . But nothing , perhaps , marks the character of the man more than the alteration which he made in his own name ...
Strana 27
... wrote the Cantata , and shewed it amongst his friends . He gave the only copy now known to be in in the hands of Thomas Stewart of Greenock . existence to David Woodburn ; it was lately easier task to delineate the characters , and in ...
... wrote the Cantata , and shewed it amongst his friends . He gave the only copy now known to be in in the hands of Thomas Stewart of Greenock . existence to David Woodburn ; it was lately easier task to delineate the characters , and in ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM Allan Ramsay amang auld Ayr-shire ballad banks bard beautiful bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw BURNS TO G Burns's cauld charms composed CUNNINGHAM dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Epistle eyes fair fancy favourite feeling frae Gavin Hamilton genius hame hand happy heart Highland Highland laddie honour Jacobite Jean John Kilmarnock laddie lady lass lassie letter lo'es look Lord lyric Mauchline maun mind mony morning Mossgiel muse ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem Poet Poet's poetic poetry poor rhyme Rob Morris Robert Robert Burns says Scotland Scots Scottish sing song soul stanza sung sweet Tarbolton taste thee There's Thomson thou thought thro tune verses weel wife wild Willie words wrote ye'll young
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Strana 222 - That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld! But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Strana 232 - How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal Bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Strana 233 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Strana 227 - 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. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Strana 221 - Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi
Strana 52 - Wallace's undaunted heart ; Who dar'd to, nobly, stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part, (The patriot's God, peculiarly thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward !) O never, never, Scotia's realm desert, But still the patriot, and the patriot -bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard ! MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.
Strana 300 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious ! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the Rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. — Nae man can tether Time nor Tide, The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...
Strana 232 - 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 231 - My loved, my honored, 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 sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!
Strana 5 - You know our country custom of coupling a man and woman together as partners in the labours of harvest. In my fifteenth autumn my partner was a bewitching creature, a year younger than myself. My scarcity of English denies me the power of doing her justice in that language ; but you know the Scottish idiom — she was a bonnie, sweet, sonsie lass.