The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His WritingsT. Nelson and P. Brown, 1835 - Всего страниц: 260 |
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... meet any one who , in the course of a single interview , communicated to me so strong an impression of the force and versatility of his talents . After this I read the poems then published with greater interest and attention , and with ...
... meet any one who , in the course of a single interview , communicated to me so strong an impression of the force and versatility of his talents . After this I read the poems then published with greater interest and attention , and with ...
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... meet and assess the several heritors with the requisite sum for building a school - house , and to elect a schoolmaster , and modify a salary for him in all time to come . The salary is ordered not to be under one hundred , nor above ...
... meet and assess the several heritors with the requisite sum for building a school - house , and to elect a schoolmaster , and modify a salary for him in all time to come . The salary is ordered not to be under one hundred , nor above ...
Стр. xxx
... meet her ; and the last two nights of my stay in the country , had sleep been a mortal sin , the image of this modest and innocent girl had kept me guiltless . " I returned home very considerably improv- ed . My reading was enlarged ...
... meet her ; and the last two nights of my stay in the country , had sleep been a mortal sin , the image of this modest and innocent girl had kept me guiltless . " I returned home very considerably improv- ed . My reading was enlarged ...
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... meet me in the field of matrimony , jilted me , with peculiar circumstances of mortifica- tion . The finishing evil that brought up the rear of this infernal file , was , my constitutional melancholy being increased to such a degree ...
... meet me in the field of matrimony , jilted me , with peculiar circumstances of mortifica- tion . The finishing evil that brought up the rear of this infernal file , was , my constitutional melancholy being increased to such a degree ...
Стр. xxxii
... meet with some applause : but , at the worst , the roar of the Atlantic would deafen the voice of censure , and the novelty of West Indian scenes make me forget neglect . I threw off six hundred copies , of which I had got subscriptions ...
... meet with some applause : but , at the worst , the roar of the Atlantic would deafen the voice of censure , and the novelty of West Indian scenes make me forget neglect . I threw off six hundred copies , of which I had got subscriptions ...
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Стр. 28 - But to conclude my silly rhyme, (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time,) To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Стр. 97 - 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. 115 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!
Стр. 167 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Стр. 155 - I aft hae kissed sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly ; And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Стр. 95 - 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!
Стр. 171 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a Slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw ; Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Стр. 139 - 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
Стр. 35 - As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
Стр. 114 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...