The prose works of Robert Burns; containing his letters and correspondence and amatory epistles1819 |
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... Human Life 104 56 To R. Graham , of Fintry , Esq . A Petition for a Situation in the Excise 107 57 To Mr. P. Hill , Oct. 1. Criticism on a Poem , intitled ' An Address to Lochlomond ' 108 58 To Mrs. Dunlop , at Moreham Maines , Nov. 13 ...
... Human Life 104 56 To R. Graham , of Fintry , Esq . A Petition for a Situation in the Excise 107 57 To Mr. P. Hill , Oct. 1. Criticism on a Poem , intitled ' An Address to Lochlomond ' 108 58 To Mrs. Dunlop , at Moreham Maines , Nov. 13 ...
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... Human Life 100 102 104 56 To R. Graham , of Fintry , Esq . A Petition for a Situation in the Excise 107 57 To Mr. P. Hill , Oct. 1. Criticism on a Poem , intitled · An Address to Lochlomond ' 108 58 To Mrs. Dunlop , at Moreham Maines ...
... Human Life 100 102 104 56 To R. Graham , of Fintry , Esq . A Petition for a Situation in the Excise 107 57 To Mr. P. Hill , Oct. 1. Criticism on a Poem , intitled · An Address to Lochlomond ' 108 58 To Mrs. Dunlop , at Moreham Maines ...
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... humanity , every principle of generosity , kindles in my breast . It extin- guishes every dirty spark of malice and envy , which are but too apt to infest me . I grasp every creature in the arms of universal benevolence , and equally ...
... humanity , every principle of generosity , kindles in my breast . It extin- guishes every dirty spark of malice and envy , which are but too apt to infest me . I grasp every creature in the arms of universal benevolence , and equally ...
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... human nature in a different light from any thing I have seen before . In short , the joy of my heart is to study men , their manners , and their ways ; ' and for this darling subject , I cheerfully sacrifice every other consideration ...
... human nature in a different light from any thing I have seen before . In short , the joy of my heart is to study men , their manners , and their ways ; ' and for this darling subject , I cheerfully sacrifice every other consideration ...
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... human race - he ' who can soar above this little scene of things ' - can he de- scend to mind the paltry concerns about which the terræfilial race fret , and fume , and vex them- selves ! O how the glorious triumphs swells my heart ! I ...
... human race - he ' who can soar above this little scene of things ' - can he de- scend to mind the paltry concerns about which the terræfilial race fret , and fume , and vex them- selves ! O how the glorious triumphs swells my heart ! I ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
&c.-See Poems acquaintance admire Allan Ramsay amiable Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful bonnie BURNS character charming compliments copy CUNNINGHAM dare dear friend dear Madam dear Sir delight Dryburgh Abbey duke of Athole Dumfries DUNLOP earl of Glencairn ed friend Edinburgh elegant Ellisland English esteem excise fancy favour favourite feel Fintry flattering follies friendship genius gentleman give happy heart honest honoured friend hope house of Stewart humble humour idea inclose kind lady late letter lord Mauchline meet ment merit mind miserable muse native never night obliging opinion perhaps perusal pleased pleasure poet poetic poetry poor present racter reason ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scots Scottish sentiment Shanter shew sincerely song soul spirit stanzas taste tell thanks thee thing THOMSON thou thought tion tune verses wish worth write
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Strana 9 - I do not know if I should call it pleasure — but something which. exalts me, something which enraptures me — than to walk in .the sheltered side of a wood, or high plantation, in a cloudy winter day, and. hear the stormy wind howling among the trees, and raving over the plain. It is my best season for devotion : my mind is wrapt up in a kind of enthusiasm to Him who, in the pompous language of the Hebrew bard, 'walks on the wings of the wind.
Strana 163 - 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 152 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Strana 115 - I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
Strana 324 - 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...
Strana 556 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Strana 8 - For my own part I never had the least thought or inclination of turning poet till I got once heartily in love, and then rhyme and song were, in a manner the spontaneous language of my heart.
Strana 177 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Strana 465 - It is the moon — I ken her horn, That's blinkin in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! Wha first shall rise to gang awa', A cuckold, coward loon is he ! Wha last beside his chair shall fa...
Strana 306 - O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest, I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus