Poems, Songs, and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert BurnsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 636 pagine |
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Pagina x
... sing of Helen's beauty , but of the beauty of the country girl he loved . His poems were as much the product of his own farm and its immediate neighbourhood , as were the clothes and shoes he wore , the oats and turnips he grew ...
... sing of Helen's beauty , but of the beauty of the country girl he loved . His poems were as much the product of his own farm and its immediate neighbourhood , as were the clothes and shoes he wore , the oats and turnips he grew ...
Pagina xvii
... singing behind the scenes , and been moved to admiration ; and when he presented himself in the full blaze of the footlights , he became the cynosure of every eye , and the point on which converged every critical opera - glass ...
... singing behind the scenes , and been moved to admiration ; and when he presented himself in the full blaze of the footlights , he became the cynosure of every eye , and the point on which converged every critical opera - glass ...
Pagina xix
... singing robes , and left in the hodden grey of the farmer , with a splash of mud on his top - boots . In his commonplace book - a very pool of Marah — which he kept at Edinburgh , there is an entry which brings all this out in a clear ...
... singing robes , and left in the hodden grey of the farmer , with a splash of mud on his top - boots . In his commonplace book - a very pool of Marah — which he kept at Edinburgh , there is an entry which brings all this out in a clear ...
Pagina xxxi
... singing robe of the poet . That Burns should have led an unworthy life is to be deplored , but the truth is and herein lies explanation , palliation perhaps that in Dumfries he was somewhat a - weary of the sun . Not seldom he was ...
... singing robe of the poet . That Burns should have led an unworthy life is to be deplored , but the truth is and herein lies explanation , palliation perhaps that in Dumfries he was somewhat a - weary of the sun . Not seldom he was ...
Pagina lvi
... sing Poem , addressed to Mr. Mitchell Sent to offended a Gentleman whom he had Poem on Life To Robert Graham , Esq . of Fintry Epitaph on a Friend . Verses written at Selkirk Inscription on the Tombstone of the Poet Fergusson A Grace ...
... sing Poem , addressed to Mr. Mitchell Sent to offended a Gentleman whom he had Poem on Life To Robert Graham , Esq . of Fintry Epitaph on a Friend . Verses written at Selkirk Inscription on the Tombstone of the Poet Fergusson A Grace ...
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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
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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.