The Life and Works of Robert Burns, Volume 1Longmans, Green, 1896 - 281 pagine |
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... - ' The Cotter's Saturday Night'- ' Address to the Deil ' -Sketch of Mauchline - The Jolly Beggars ' -'Adam Armour's prayer ' -'Epistle to James Smith ' . 9 ་ .111-254 • CHAPTER VI . MOSSGIEL ( continued ) . PAGE viii CONTENTS .
... - ' The Cotter's Saturday Night'- ' Address to the Deil ' -Sketch of Mauchline - The Jolly Beggars ' -'Adam Armour's prayer ' -'Epistle to James Smith ' . 9 ་ .111-254 • CHAPTER VI . MOSSGIEL ( continued ) . PAGE viii CONTENTS .
Pagina ix
... Night ' - Letter to Miss Margaret Ken- nedy - Young Peggy ' — ' Scotch drink ' - ' Earnest cry and prayer to the Scotch representatives in the House of Commons ' - ' The auld farmer's new - year morning salutation to his auld mare ...
... Night ' - Letter to Miss Margaret Ken- nedy - Young Peggy ' — ' Scotch drink ' - ' Earnest cry and prayer to the Scotch representatives in the House of Commons ' - ' The auld farmer's new - year morning salutation to his auld mare ...
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... ... Page 284 THE TWA DOGS . G. PIRIE ... Page 289 ' The gloomy night is gath'ring fast , Loud roars the wild , inconstant blast . ' R. B. NISBET , A.R.S.A .. Page 415 Adaml Tarbolton Montgomerie Sundrum Lew Coylton Coylton Patna R.Nith ...
... ... Page 284 THE TWA DOGS . G. PIRIE ... Page 289 ' The gloomy night is gath'ring fast , Loud roars the wild , inconstant blast . ' R. B. NISBET , A.R.S.A .. Page 415 Adaml Tarbolton Montgomerie Sundrum Lew Coylton Coylton Patna R.Nith ...
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... night is gathering fast , " which was to be the last effort of my muse in Caledonia , when a letter from Dr Blacklock to a friend of mine overthrew all my schemes , by rousing my poetic ambition . The Doctor belonged to a class of ...
... night is gathering fast , " which was to be the last effort of my muse in Caledonia , when a letter from Dr Blacklock to a friend of mine overthrew all my schemes , by rousing my poetic ambition . The Doctor belonged to a class of ...
Pagina 30
... night with us , and to take his leave when he was about to go into Carrick . He brought us a present and memorial of him , a small compendium of English Grammar , and the tragedy of Titus Andronicus , and by way of passing the evening ...
... night with us , and to take his leave when he was about to go into Carrick . He brought us a present and memorial of him , a small compendium of English Grammar , and the tragedy of Titus Andronicus , and by way of passing the evening ...
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Pagina 306 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Pagina 37 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, — How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Pagina 338 - There, oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.
Pagina 95 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Pagina 323 - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date ; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight, Shall be thy doom ! TO RUIN.
Pagina 218 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes — This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. HI At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant...
Pagina 215 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Pagina 115 - With passions wild and strong; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong.
Pagina 37 - 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.
Pagina 160 - 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