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 4F. Lucas, jun. and J. Cushing, 1815 |
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... Gives his character , and recom- mends him to Mr. Tait's good offi- ces - The power the fortunate en- joy to dispense happiness - Repeats his request in the style of the world -His own condition , - Imprecations , 45. To Mr. Alexander ...
... Gives his character , and recom- mends him to Mr. Tait's good offi- ces - The power the fortunate en- joy to dispense happiness - Repeats his request in the style of the world -His own condition , - Imprecations , 45. To Mr. Alexander ...
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... give you the particulars another time . I am extremely happy with Smitht ; * Connel , the Mauchline carrier . + Mr. James Smith , then a shop - keeper in Mauchline . It was to this young man that Burns addressed one of his finest ...
... give you the particulars another time . I am extremely happy with Smitht ; * Connel , the Mauchline carrier . + Mr. James Smith , then a shop - keeper in Mauchline . It was to this young man that Burns addressed one of his finest ...
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... give them the trouble of obliging a friend ; for this reason , I only tell you that I gratify my own feelings in requesting your friend- ly offices with respect to the inclosed , because I know it will gratify yours to assist me in it ...
... give them the trouble of obliging a friend ; for this reason , I only tell you that I gratify my own feelings in requesting your friend- ly offices with respect to the inclosed , because I know it will gratify yours to assist me in it ...
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... give me any pleasure to mention or you to hear . And now for a grand cure ; the ship is on her way home that is to take me out to Jamaica ; and then , farewell dear old Scotland , and farewell dear ungrateful Jean , for never , never ...
... give me any pleasure to mention or you to hear . And now for a grand cure ; the ship is on her way home that is to take me out to Jamaica ; and then , farewell dear old Scotland , and farewell dear ungrateful Jean , for never , never ...
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... give you some account of myself and my matters , which , by the bye , is often no easy * Professor Dugald Stewart . task . I arrived here on Tuesday was se'nnight , RELIQUES . No Page To John Ballantine, Esq banker, Edinburgh, 13th Dec ...
... give you some account of myself and my matters , which , by the bye , is often no easy * Professor Dugald Stewart . task . I arrived here on Tuesday was se'nnight , RELIQUES . No Page To John Ballantine, Esq banker, Edinburgh, 13th Dec ...
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The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a ..., Zväzok 4 Robert Burns Úplné zobrazenie - 1801 |
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acquaintance Allan Water Aloway amang Auld Ayrshire ballad beautiful Blacklock bonnie lass bosom brother Burns Burns's called charms compliments composed copy Dalswinton dear friend dear sir Dugald Stewart Dumfries e'en Edinburgh Ellisland excise Farewel favour feelings frae Gavin Hamilton genius gentleman give Glencairn hand happy heart Highland Highland Laddie honest honour hour humble servant indebted kind kirk Laddie lady lassie late letter lord madam mair Mauchline maun mind morning muse ne'er never night noble old song pleasure poems poet poetic poor ragwort river Doon ROBERT BURNS Roslin Castle Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum Scottish sentiments sing soul stanza sweet tell thee thing thou tion tune verses weel wife WILLIAM BURNS Willie's awa wish words write young
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Strana 306 - Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me.
Strana 247 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Strana 242 - Forgive my foul offence !' Fain promise never more to disobey ; But, should my author health again dispense, Again I might desert fair virtue's way ; Again in folly's path might go astray ; Again exalt the brute and sink the man ; Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray, Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan?
Strana 203 - Came tearing his hair most piteouslie. " 0 hald your tongue, my father," he says, " And see that ye dinna weep for me ! For they may ravish me o' my life, But they canna banish me fro
Strana 239 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Strana 233 - ... 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.
Strana 227 - BURNESS ; a man who had little art in making money, and still less in keeping it ; but was, however, a man of some sense, a great deal of honesty, and unbounded good-will to every creature, rational and irrational.
Strana 134 - MARY'S DREAM. THE moon had climbed the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree, When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea, When, soft and low, a voice was heard, Saying,
Strana 306 - 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. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Strana 11 - Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause luve was true. " Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o