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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... , Fife - shire , 299 Address to general Dumourier , 299 Elegy on the year 1788 , a sketch , 300 Verses written under the portrait of Fer- gusson the poet , 302 III . SONGS . Slow spreads the gloom my soul siv CONTENTS .
... , Fife - shire , 299 Address to general Dumourier , 299 Elegy on the year 1788 , a sketch , 300 Verses written under the portrait of Fer- gusson the poet , 302 III . SONGS . Slow spreads the gloom my soul siv CONTENTS .
Strana xv
... soul desires , Ae fond kiss and then we sever , Here's a health to them that's awa , Now bank and brae are claith in green , O how can I be blythe a Out over the Forth , IMOND , As I was a wand'ring ae . Page 305 306 307 308 308 . 309 ...
... soul desires , Ae fond kiss and then we sever , Here's a health to them that's awa , Now bank and brae are claith in green , O how can I be blythe a Out over the Forth , IMOND , As I was a wand'ring ae . Page 305 306 307 308 308 . 309 ...
Strana 13
... soul I cannot and lest you should mistake the cause of my silence , I just sit down to tell you so . Don't give yourself cre- dit though , that the strength of your logic scares me : the truth is , I never mean to meet you on that ...
... soul I cannot and lest you should mistake the cause of my silence , I just sit down to tell you so . Don't give yourself cre- dit though , that the strength of your logic scares me : the truth is , I never mean to meet you on that ...
Strana 27
... soul in her wanderings through the weary , thorny wilderness of this world - God knows I am ill fitted for the struggle : I glory in being a poet , and I want to be thought a wise man - I would fondly be generous , and I wish to be rich ...
... soul in her wanderings through the weary , thorny wilderness of this world - God knows I am ill fitted for the struggle : I glory in being a poet , and I want to be thought a wise man - I would fondly be generous , and I wish to be rich ...
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... soul is vastly clearer than when I wrote you last . For the first time , yester- day I crossed the room on crutches . It would do your heart good to see my bardship , not on my poetic , but on my oaken stilts ; throwing my best leg with ...
... soul is vastly clearer than when I wrote you last . For the first time , yester- day I crossed the room on crutches . It would do your heart good to see my bardship , not on my poetic , but on my oaken stilts ; throwing my best leg with ...
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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