The poetical works [and correspondence] of Robert Burns, Выпуск 361868 |
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... father was of the north of Scotland , the of Europe , " for his " Zeluco , " and various other son of a farmer , and was thrown by early mis- works . To this gentleman our poet addressed a fortunes on the world at large : where after ...
... father was of the north of Scotland , the of Europe , " for his " Zeluco , " and various other son of a farmer , and was thrown by early mis- works . To this gentleman our poet addressed a fortunes on the world at large : where after ...
Стр. vi
... father's generous master died ; the farm proved a ruinous bargain ; and , to clench the misfor- tune , we fell into the hands of a factor , who sat for the picture I have drawn of one in my Tale of Twa Dogs . ' My father was advanced in ...
... father's generous master died ; the farm proved a ruinous bargain ; and , to clench the misfor- tune , we fell into the hands of a factor , who sat for the picture I have drawn of one in my Tale of Twa Dogs . ' My father was advanced in ...
Стр. vii
... father , as I said before , was subject to strong passions ; from that instance of disobedience in me , he took a ... father's situation entailed on me perpetual labour . The only two openings by which I could enter the temple of Fortune ...
... father , as I said before , was subject to strong passions ; from that instance of disobedience in me , he took a ... father's situation entailed on me perpetual labour . The only two openings by which I could enter the temple of Fortune ...
Стр. viii
... father's head ; and what was worst of all , he was visibly far gone in a consumption ; and to crown my distresses , a belle fille whom I adored , and who had pledged her soul to me in the field of matrimony , jilted me , with peculiar ...
... father's head ; and what was worst of all , he was visibly far gone in a consumption ; and to crown my distresses , a belle fille whom I adored , and who had pledged her soul to me in the field of matrimony , jilted me , with peculiar ...
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... father ob - erved , that if we would not hear it out , it would be needless to leave the play with us . Robert replied , that if it was left he would burn it . My father was going to chide him for this ungrateful return to his tutor's ...
... father ob - erved , that if we would not hear it out , it would be needless to leave the play with us . Robert replied , that if it was left he would burn it . My father was going to chide him for this ungrateful return to his tutor's ...
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57 Song amang auld Ayrshire ballad banks bard beauty bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms dear sir deil Dumfries e'en e'er Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh Ellisland fair fancy fate father favourite Fête Champêtre frae Gala Water genius give glen hame happy heart Highland Highland laddie honest honour humble Kilmarnock kind laddie lady lass lassie letter Lord madam Mauchline maun mind mony morning muse ne'er never night Note o'er owre pleasure poems poet poetic poor pride rhyme Robert ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul stanzas sweet Tarbolton taste tears tell thee There's THOMSON thou thought thro tion tune unco verses weary weel Whyles wild William Burnes Willie wind wish worth ye'll young
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Стр. 16 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Стр. 16 - Unskilful 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...
Стр. 85 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! " Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! " Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
Стр. 13 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay his head; How his first followers and servants sped: The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then, kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope springs...
Стр. 62 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Стр. 57 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor ; How...
Стр. 141 - Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the /Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities : a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or wo beyond death and the grave.
Стр. 13 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Стр. 9 - Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin ! An" naething, now, to big a new ane, O...
Стр. 49 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi