Reliques of Robert Burns: Consisting Chiefly of Original Letters, Poems, and Critical Observations on Scottish SongsBradford and Inskeep, 1809 - 294 էջ |
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... less have I thought it justifiable to reprint those exceptionable pieces , in prose and verse , which have been surreptitiously pub- lished , or erroneously attributed to him , and which in every point of view ought to have been ...
... less have I thought it justifiable to reprint those exceptionable pieces , in prose and verse , which have been surreptitiously pub- lished , or erroneously attributed to him , and which in every point of view ought to have been ...
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... less so ; and hence some of his pieces display a spirit of resentment , the result of the moment , which it would be unjust to his memory , as well as to the objects of his satire , to revive . These and various other causes , on which ...
... less so ; and hence some of his pieces display a spirit of resentment , the result of the moment , which it would be unjust to his memory , as well as to the objects of his satire , to revive . These and various other causes , on which ...
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... less ar- dent than mine , it might have occurred that some of his pieces , containing passages of great beauty , were rendered inadmissible merely by a single indelicate sentiment , or unguarded expression , which it might be easy to ...
... less ar- dent than mine , it might have occurred that some of his pieces , containing passages of great beauty , were rendered inadmissible merely by a single indelicate sentiment , or unguarded expression , which it might be easy to ...
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... less than eight dozen , which is a great deal more than I shall ever need . Be sure to remember a poor poet militant in your prayers . He looks forward with fear and trembling to that , to him , important moment which stamps the die ...
... less than eight dozen , which is a great deal more than I shall ever need . Be sure to remember a poor poet militant in your prayers . He looks forward with fear and trembling to that , to him , important moment which stamps the die ...
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... less , after throwing him into a caldron of boiling oil , from which he was miraculously preserved , he banished the poor son of Zebedee , to a desart island in the Archipelago , where he was gifted with the second sight , and saw as ...
... less , after throwing him into a caldron of boiling oil , from which he was miraculously preserved , he banished the poor son of Zebedee , to a desart island in the Archipelago , where he was gifted with the second sight , and saw as ...
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acquaintance Allan Water amang Auld Ayrshire ballad banks beautiful Blacklock bonie lass bosom brother Burns Burns's called charms compliments composed copy Currie's Dalswinton DEAR FRIEND DEAR SIR Dumfries e'en Edinburgh Ellisland excise farewel feelings frae Gavin Hamilton give gude Gypsie Laddie hand happy heart Highland Highland Laddie honest honor idea kind Laddie lady lassie letter Lord Madam Mauchline maun mind misfortune Miss mony morning muse ne'er never night noble O'er the moor old song pleasure poem poet poetic poor present river Doon ROBERT BURNS Roslin Castle Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum Scottish sentiments sing soul sparklin stanza sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion tune verses weel wife WILLIAM BURNS Willie wish words write young
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Էջ 13 - 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, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love ; And sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'da rose, Frae aff its thorny tree ; And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi
Էջ 278 - 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.
Էջ 173 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Էջ 171 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie The boat rocks at the pier o...
Էջ 12 - Doon, How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o
Էջ 225 - Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride. Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Էջ 213 - mid renewing storms: Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ? Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ? For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms; I tremble to approach an angry GOD, And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. Fain would I say,
Էջ 211 - An' riches still may fly them, O ; An' tho' at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O. Green grow, &c. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O ; An
Էջ 185 - But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands, Her sweets no longer with her dwells: But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one. Such fate ere long will thee betide When thou hast handled been awhile, With sere flowers to be thrown aside; And I shall sigh, while some will smile, To see thy love to every one Hath brought thee to be loved by none.
Էջ 119 - How are you, my dear friend, and how comes on your fifth volume ? You may probably think that for some time past I have neglected you and your work ; but, alas! the hand of pain, sorrow, and care, has these many months lain heavy on me.