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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... 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 to the utmost of your power . I have sent you four copies , as I have ...
... 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 to the utmost of your power . I have sent you four copies , as I have ...
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... tell you , that will 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 ...
... tell you , that will 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 ...
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... telling , brings me back to where I set out . To make you some amends for what , before you reach this paragraph , you will have suffered ; I enclose you two poems I have carded and spun since I past Glenbuck . One blank in the address ...
... telling , brings me back to where I set out . To make you some amends for what , before you reach this paragraph , you will have suffered ; I enclose you two poems I have carded and spun since I past Glenbuck . One blank in the address ...
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... 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 ground at all . You have shown me one thing which was to be demonstrated , that strong pride ...
... 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 ground at all . You have shown me one thing which was to be demonstrated , that strong pride ...
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... tell her from them , that beauty is a poor silly bauble without she be good . Miss Chalmers I had left in Edinburgh , but I had the pleasure of meet- ing with Mrs. Chalmers , only lady M'Kenzie be- ing rather a little alarmingly ill of ...
... tell her from them , that beauty is a poor silly bauble without she be good . Miss Chalmers I had left in Edinburgh , but I had the pleasure of meet- ing with Mrs. Chalmers , only lady M'Kenzie be- ing rather a little alarmingly ill of ...
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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