Poems, Songs, and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert BurnsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 636 pagine |
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Pagina ix
... kind of discussions were being at that time conducted in his own brain ; and also how habitually , then and afterwards , his thinking grew out of his personal condition and surroundings . A question of this kind interested him more than ...
... kind of discussions were being at that time conducted in his own brain ; and also how habitually , then and afterwards , his thinking grew out of his personal condition and surroundings . A question of this kind interested him more than ...
Pagina xvii
... kind Burns had the keenest relish . Now and again , too , in the earlier days of his Edinburgh life , when success wore its newest gloss , and applause had a novel sweetness , a spirt of exhilaration escaped him , not the less real that ...
... kind Burns had the keenest relish . Now and again , too , in the earlier days of his Edinburgh life , when success wore its newest gloss , and applause had a novel sweetness , a spirt of exhilaration escaped him , not the less real that ...
Pagina xxvi
... kind offices of Mr. Alexander Wood , the surgeon who attended him , immediately placed his name on the list of expec tant officers . Having arranged his Excise business so far , he left Edinburgh to have another look at Mr. Miller's ...
... kind offices of Mr. Alexander Wood , the surgeon who attended him , immediately placed his name on the list of expec tant officers . Having arranged his Excise business so far , he left Edinburgh to have another look at Mr. Miller's ...
Pagina 7
... kind , in time o ' need , The poor man's wine , His wee drap parritch , or his bread , Thou kitchens fine . Thou art the life o ' public haunts ; But thee , what were our fairs and rants ? Ev'n godly meetings o ' the saunts , By thee ...
... kind , in time o ' need , The poor man's wine , His wee drap parritch , or his bread , Thou kitchens fine . Thou art the life o ' public haunts ; But thee , what were our fairs and rants ? Ev'n godly meetings o ' the saunts , By thee ...
Pagina 20
... kind o ' stan ' , ' Guid - een , ' quo ' I ; ' Friend ! hae ye been mawin , But naething spak ; At length , says I , ' Friend , whare ye gaun , Will ye go back ? ' It spak right howe- ' My name is Death , But be na fley'd .'- Quoth I ...
... kind o ' stan ' , ' Guid - een , ' quo ' I ; ' Friend ! hae ye been mawin , But naething spak ; At length , says I , ' Friend , whare ye gaun , Will ye go back ? ' It spak right howe- ' My name is Death , But be na fley'd .'- Quoth I ...
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acquaintance Allan Cunningham amang auld Ayrshire bard blest bonie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms Clarinda dare DEAR SIR dearest dearie Deil Dumfries DUNLOP e'en e'er Edinburgh ELLISLAND fair fancy Farewell farm favourite Fête Champêtre frae friendship Gavin Hamilton give grace gude hame happy heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour hope ilka Jenny Geddes Kilmarnock kind lady lassie letter lo'es Lord Madam mair Mauchline maun mind Miss monie morning Mossgiel Muse ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poetic poor pride rhyme ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scottish sing song soul stanzas sweet SYLVANDER Tarbolton tell thee There's thou thought thro TUNE verses weary weel Whigs wife wild William Burnes Willie wish worth wretch write ye'll young
Brani popolari
Pagina 172 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!
Pagina 212 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me : Dark despair around benights me.
Pagina 52 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion, Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An
Pagina 67 - 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...
Pagina 61 - 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!
Pagina 208 - WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Pagina 226 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Pagina 89 - 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...
Pagina 199 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Pagina 385 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.