The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition; Exhibited Under a New Plan of Arrangement, and Preceded by a Life of the Author, and a Complete Glossary ...W. Borradaile, 1826 |
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... Books . III . Most of the poetry of Burns , though posses ing an energy , a richness , and an ardor , w never fail to strike and captivate the mind . pears under great disadvantages to the En der . Much of the fire , which warms and.
... Books . III . Most of the poetry of Burns , though posses ing an energy , a richness , and an ardor , w never fail to strike and captivate the mind . pears under great disadvantages to the En der . Much of the fire , which warms and.
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... never be read without an expansion of the understanding and of the heart . Robert Burns was born on the 25th of January , 1759 , in a cottage near the banks of the Doon , about two miles from Ayr . The chief incidents of his life , are ...
... never be read without an expansion of the understanding and of the heart . Robert Burns was born on the 25th of January , 1759 , in a cottage near the banks of the Doon , about two miles from Ayr . The chief incidents of his life , are ...
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... never insulted the clouterly appearance of my plough - boy carcass , the two extremes of which were often exposed to all the inclemencies of all the sea- sons . They would give me stray volumes of books ; among them , even then , I ...
... never insulted the clouterly appearance of my plough - boy carcass , the two extremes of which were often exposed to all the inclemencies of all the sea- sons . They would give me stray volumes of books ; among them , even then , I ...
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... never expressly said I loved her . Indeed I did not know myself why I liked so much to loiter behind with her , when re- turning in the evening from our labors ; why the tones of her voice made my heart - strings thrill like an Æolian ...
... never expressly said I loved her . Indeed I did not know myself why I liked so much to loiter behind with her , when re- turning in the evening from our labors ; why the tones of her voice made my heart - strings thrill like an Æolian ...
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... never could squeeze myself into it : -the last I always hated- there was contamination in the very entrance ! Thus abandoned of aim or view in life , with a strong ap- petite for sociability , as well from native hilarity , as from a ...
... never could squeeze myself into it : -the last I always hated- there was contamination in the very entrance ! Thus abandoned of aim or view in life , with a strong ap- petite for sociability , as well from native hilarity , as from a ...
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Էջ 153 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ;...
Էջ 105 - He who stills the raven's clam'rous nest, And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way his wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Էջ 162 - Low i' the dust. Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd ! Unskillful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is given, Who long with wants and woes has striven, By human pride or cunning driven To misery's brink.
Էջ 105 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. XXI. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Էջ 101 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor 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...
Էջ 103 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha-Bible, ance his father's pride; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
Էջ 4 - I owed much to an old woman who resided in the family, remarkable for her ignorance, credulity, and superstition. She had, I suppose, the largest collection in the country of tales and songs concerning devils, ghosts, fairies, brownies, -witches, warlocks, spunkies, kelpies, elf-candles, dead-lights, wraiths, apparitions, cantraips, giants, enchanted towers, dragons and other trumpery.
Էջ 7 - 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...
Էջ 161 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Էջ 119 - Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and pow'r To make his fellow mourn...