The poetical works of Robert Burns, Zväzok 2Bell and Daldy, 1870 - 158 strán (strany) |
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Strana xx
... morning , and walked with me to Braid - Hills , in the neighbourhood of the town , when he charmed me still more by his private conversation , than he had ever done in company . He was passionately fond of the beauties of nature ; and I ...
... morning , and walked with me to Braid - Hills , in the neighbourhood of the town , when he charmed me still more by his private conversation , than he had ever done in company . He was passionately fond of the beauties of nature ; and I ...
Strana xxv
... morning through the romantic and fertile vale of Deron te Har- vieston , in Clackmannanshire , then inhabited by Mrs. Hamilton , with the younger part of whose family Burns had been previously ac- quainted . He introduced me to the ...
... morning through the romantic and fertile vale of Deron te Har- vieston , in Clackmannanshire , then inhabited by Mrs. Hamilton , with the younger part of whose family Burns had been previously ac- quainted . He introduced me to the ...
Strana xxix
... morning's dawn . Besides his duties in the Excise and his social pleasures , other circumstances interfered with the attention of Burns to his farm . He engaged in the formation of a society for purchasing and circulating books among ...
... morning's dawn . Besides his duties in the Excise and his social pleasures , other circumstances interfered with the attention of Burns to his farm . He engaged in the formation of a society for purchasing and circulating books among ...
Strana xxx
... morning was now as mild and gentle as a lamb . Next day we returned to Duinfries , and so ends our peregrination . I told you , that in the midst of the storm , on the wilds of Kenmore , Burns was wrapt in meditation . What do you think ...
... morning was now as mild and gentle as a lamb . Next day we returned to Duinfries , and so ends our peregrination . I told you , that in the midst of the storm , on the wilds of Kenmore , Burns was wrapt in meditation . What do you think ...
Strana xxx
... morning , benumbed and intoxicated . This was followed by an attack of rheumatism , which confined him about a week . His appetite now began to fail : his hand shook , and his voice faltered on any exertion or emotion . His pulse became ...
... morning , benumbed and intoxicated . This was followed by an attack of rheumatism , which confined him about a week . His appetite now began to fail : his hand shook , and his voice faltered on any exertion or emotion . His pulse became ...
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Strana 25 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed , How He who bore in Heaven the second name, Had ' not on earth whereon to lay his head ;' How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land : How he who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand ; And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays, Hope...
Strana 53 - Is ever wi* my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair ; I hear her in the tunefu...
Strana 25 - The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide; The sire turns o'er, wi...
Strana 25 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim: Perhaps Dundee's wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs...
Strana 60 - There, oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream ! HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks, and...
Strana iv - This cultivated the latent seeds of poetry ; but had so strong an effect on my imagination, that to this hour, in my nocturnal rambles, I sometimes keep a sharp look-out in suspicious places : and though nobody can be more skeptical than I am in such matters, yet it often takes an effort of philosophy to shake off these idle terrors.
Strana 25 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi' heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak; Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild worthless rake. Wi...
Strana iv - In short, she, altogether unwittingly to herself, initiated me in that delicious passion, which, in spite of acid disappointment, gin-horse prudence, and book-worm philosophy, I hold to be the first of human joys, our dearest blessing here below...
Strana 25 - But now the supper crowns their simple board, The halesome parritch, chief o' Scotia's food : The soupe their only Hawkie does afford, That 'yont the hallan snugly chows her cood : The dame brings forth in complimental mood, To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd kebbuck, fell, An' aft he's prest, an' aft he ca's it guid ; The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell, How 'twas a towmond auld, sin' lint was i
Strana 25 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! 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...