The bibliography of Robert Burns, with biographical and bibliographical notes [signed J.G.]. |
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The Bibliography of Robert Burns: With Biographical and Bibliographical ... James Gibson Полный просмотр - 1881 |
The Bibliography of Robert Burns: With Biographical and Bibliographical ... James Gibson Полный просмотр - 1881 |
The Bibliography of Robert Burns: With Biographical and Bibliographical ... James Gibson Полный просмотр - 1881 |
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25th January Account Alexander Allan Cunningham Alloway Kirk Anniversary Auld Author Ayrshire Ballads Bard born BURNS Club BURNS'S autograph celebrated Character and Condition CHIEFLY Clarinda collection containing copy Corrected Glossary Cottage Cotter's Saturday Night Criticism Currie's Edition died Doon Dumfries Edinburgh Dedication Edition of BURNS Editor Ellisland Engraved Portrait Epistle Fac-simile Four volumes Frontispiece genius George Gilbert Burns Glasgow honour Illustrations Imperial Octavo J. G. Lockhart James Currie JAMES M'KIE Jolly Beggars Kilmarnock Kilmarnock Preface Land of BURNS Letter from BURNS literary London Magazine Mauchline Memoir memory of BURNS Nasmyth Newcastle-upon-Tyne Notes O'Shanter Octavo Original Paisley pieces Poems and Songs Poet POETICAL Poetry Portrait of BURNS prefixed some Observations Price printed published Quarto ROBERT BURNS Robert Chambers Scotland Scots Musical Museum Scott SCOTTISH DIALECT Scottish Peasantry Scottish Song Shanter Stewart Tam O'Shanter Thomas Thomson Verses Vignette William Woodcut Writings written
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Стр. 319 - O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend! Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, The tender father, and the gen'rous friend. The pitying heart that felt for human woe, The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride, The friend of man — to vice alone a foe ; For ' ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.
Стр. 43 - Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!
Стр. 139 - To give my counsels all in one, Thy tuneful flame still careful fan ; Preserve the dignity of Man, With soul erect ; And trust, the Universal Plan Will all protect. "And wear thou this...
Стр. 212 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Стр. 120 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And , as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shape , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Стр. 148 - I am nae Poet, in a sense, But just a Rhymer, like, by chance, An' hae to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter ? Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, You wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang ?' But, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're maybe wrang. What's a
Стр. 203 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Стр. 210 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Стр. 287 - CURSE on ungrateful man, that can be pleas'd, And yet can starve the author of the pleasure ! O thou, my elder brother in misfortune, By far my elder brother in the Muses...
Стр. 217 - History may be formed from permanent monuments and records; but Lives can only be written from personal knowledge, which is growing every day less, and in a short time is lost for ever. What is known can seldom be immediately told; and when it might be told, it is no longer known. The delicate features of the mind, the nice discriminations of character, and the minute peculiarities of conduct, are soon obliterated...