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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Strana xv
... thou art near , On Cessnock banks there lives a lass , Wae is my heart , and the tear's in my e'e , Her flowing locks , the raven's wing , To thee , lov'd Nith , thy gladsome plains , The winter it is past , and the simmer comes 311 311 ...
... thou art near , On Cessnock banks there lives a lass , Wae is my heart , and the tear's in my e'e , Her flowing locks , the raven's wing , To thee , lov'd Nith , thy gladsome plains , The winter it is past , and the simmer comes 311 311 ...
Strana 11
... Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days When my fause luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat , and sae I sang ...
... Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days When my fause luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat , and sae I sang ...
Strana 18
... thou say the mass at my lug ? threw the stool on which she had been sitting , at the dean's head . A wild uproar commenced that in- stant . The woman invaded the desk with execra- tions and outeries , and the dean disengaged him- self ...
... thou say the mass at my lug ? threw the stool on which she had been sitting , at the dean's head . A wild uproar commenced that in- stant . The woman invaded the desk with execra- tions and outeries , and the dean disengaged him- self ...
Strana 85
... thou- sands are in the blast that announces the destruc- tive demon . [ The remainder of this letter has been torn away by some barbarous hand . ] But while he played calmly and exquisitely the pasto- ral pipe . " The letters to which I ...
... thou- sands are in the blast that announces the destruc- tive demon . [ The remainder of this letter has been torn away by some barbarous hand . ] But while he played calmly and exquisitely the pasto- ral pipe . " The letters to which I ...
Strana 90
... me , rode in will - o ' - wisp , or , in her more classic phrase , Spunkie , were looking over my elbow . - Happy thought that idea has engendered in my head ! Spunkie - thou shalt henceforth be my symbol , signature , and tu- 90 RELIQUES .
... me , rode in will - o ' - wisp , or , in her more classic phrase , Spunkie , were looking over my elbow . - Happy thought that idea has engendered in my head ! Spunkie - thou shalt henceforth be my symbol , signature , and tu- 90 RELIQUES .
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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