The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... Looks . The Land o ' the Leal 375 The Toadeater . Fairest Maid on Devon Banks ? · 375 The Toast quis " EPIGRAMS , EPITAPHS , AND EXTEMPORE VERSES . 376 Tavern , " Dumfries On the Author's Father • 376 The Selkirk Grace On Robert Aiken ...
... Looks . The Land o ' the Leal 375 The Toadeater . Fairest Maid on Devon Banks ? · 375 The Toast quis " EPIGRAMS , EPITAPHS , AND EXTEMPORE VERSES . 376 Tavern , " Dumfries On the Author's Father • 376 The Selkirk Grace On Robert Aiken ...
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... look at that man , for he's Robert Burns , " quoth a shopkeeper who happened to be standing at his shop door , and who had noted the urchin's look of amazement . Wherever he went during that intoxicating season of triumph for him at ...
... look at that man , for he's Robert Burns , " quoth a shopkeeper who happened to be standing at his shop door , and who had noted the urchin's look of amazement . Wherever he went during that intoxicating season of triumph for him at ...
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... look and a word , which though , as Scott hints , of mere civility , he , never- theless , received , and long afterwards bore in recollection , with the keenest pleasure . The look was a kindly smile of thanks out of eyes which were ...
... look and a word , which though , as Scott hints , of mere civility , he , never- theless , received , and long afterwards bore in recollection , with the keenest pleasure . The look was a kindly smile of thanks out of eyes which were ...
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... look into each other's eyes , and upon that instant their hearts were reconciled . Shortly after midsummer , however , in the very midst of his renewed intercourse with Jean Armour , Burns , to our bewilderment , started off suddenly ...
... look into each other's eyes , and upon that instant their hearts were reconciled . Shortly after midsummer , however , in the very midst of his renewed intercourse with Jean Armour , Burns , to our bewilderment , started off suddenly ...
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... look - and not in vain - when at their sorest need , to the rhyming , raking , aimless , idle fellow for the reclamation of their otherwise lost fortunes . On Monday , the 24th of March , 1788 , while yet in the midst of a complication ...
... look - and not in vain - when at their sorest need , to the rhyming , raking , aimless , idle fellow for the reclamation of their otherwise lost fortunes . On Monday , the 24th of March , 1788 , while yet in the midst of a complication ...
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Стр. 92 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps...
Стр. 106 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Стр. 92 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor 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; Wi...
Стр. 14 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake! The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Стр. 91 - MY loved, my honored, much respected friend, No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end ; My dearest meed a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...
Стр. 263 - 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.
Стр. 92 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found : O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare — One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that...
Стр. 344 - Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that ; For a
Стр. 181 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Стр. 92 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?