The poetical works [and correspondence] of Robert Burns, Выпуск 361868 |
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Стр. vi
... young gentry have a just sense of the immense distance between them and their ragged play - fellows . It takes a few dashes into the world , to give the young great man that proper , decent , unnoticing disregard for the poor ...
... young gentry have a just sense of the immense distance between them and their ragged play - fellows . It takes a few dashes into the world , to give the young great man that proper , decent , unnoticing disregard for the poor ...
Стр. xvi
... young peasants of the neighbourhood , formed themselves into a society of this sort , the declared objects of which were to relax themselves after toil , to promote sociality and friendship , and to improve the mind . The laws and ...
... young peasants of the neighbourhood , formed themselves into a society of this sort , the declared objects of which were to relax themselves after toil , to promote sociality and friendship , and to improve the mind . The laws and ...
Стр. xvi
... young people , though of a less degree . What is called slurring in speech prevails with some persons through life , especially in those who are taciturn . Articulation does not seem to reach its utmost degree of distinctness in men ...
... young people , though of a less degree . What is called slurring in speech prevails with some persons through life , especially in those who are taciturn . Articulation does not seem to reach its utmost degree of distinctness in men ...
Стр. xxxvii
... young desire , That of unutterable things The soft and shadowy hope inspire . Now spells of mightier power prepare , Bid brighter phantoms round him dance ; Let Flattery spread her viewless snare , And Fame attract his vagrant glance ...
... young desire , That of unutterable things The soft and shadowy hope inspire . Now spells of mightier power prepare , Bid brighter phantoms round him dance ; Let Flattery spread her viewless snare , And Fame attract his vagrant glance ...
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... young anes rantin ' through the house . My heart has been sae fain to see them , That I for joy hae barkit wi ' them . Still it's owre true that ye hac said , Sic game is now owre aften play'd . ' There's monie a creditable stock O ...
... young anes rantin ' through the house . My heart has been sae fain to see them , That I for joy hae barkit wi ' them . Still it's owre true that ye hac said , Sic game is now owre aften play'd . ' There's monie a creditable stock O ...
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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