Isobel Burns (Mrs. Begg) a Memoir by Her GrandsonA. Gardner, 1894 - 136 pagine |
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Pagina 9
... mind my absent friends ) that you were suffering so much from pain and depression of spirits ; but I am happy to see you make such good use of affliction . The mind that looks up to heaven through the mist of affliction can never want ...
... mind my absent friends ) that you were suffering so much from pain and depression of spirits ; but I am happy to see you make such good use of affliction . The mind that looks up to heaven through the mist of affliction can never want ...
Pagina 12
... sisters , Anabella and Isabella , milking the cows , would delight them by reciting the poetry with which her mind was stored - as the ballad of ' Sir James the Ross , ' 12 MEMOIR OF ISOBEL BURNS . If you be writing to Morham, send ...
... sisters , Anabella and Isabella , milking the cows , would delight them by reciting the poetry with which her mind was stored - as the ballad of ' Sir James the Ross , ' 12 MEMOIR OF ISOBEL BURNS . If you be writing to Morham, send ...
Pagina 13
... minds of William Burness ' children by old " Betty Davidson , " a dependant of their father's , who resided in the family ... mind the latent seeds of poesy . The household of the poet's father , William Burness , even although we wholly ...
... minds of William Burness ' children by old " Betty Davidson , " a dependant of their father's , who resided in the family ... mind the latent seeds of poesy . The household of the poet's father , William Burness , even although we wholly ...
Pagina 72
... mind is familiar with little else but feel- ings of sadness . You can hardly imagine what I have suffered for some months past . I have dwelt on this disagreeable theme until I am almost unable to proceed with my letter . · " " There ...
... mind is familiar with little else but feel- ings of sadness . You can hardly imagine what I have suffered for some months past . I have dwelt on this disagreeable theme until I am almost unable to proceed with my letter . · " " There ...
Pagina 74
... mind and body too delicate to be long an inhabitant of this world . I wish I could say with Eli , ' It is the Lord let Him do to me as it seemeth Him good ; ' but this is far from being the language of my heart . But I must learn ...
... mind and body too delicate to be long an inhabitant of this world . I wish I could say with Eli , ' It is the Lord let Him do to me as it seemeth Him good ; ' but this is far from being the language of my heart . But I must learn ...
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admirers affectionate Agnes and Isabella Agnes Brown ALEXANDER GARDNER anxieties aunt Burns Ayrshire Begg Begg's letter bonny brother Gilbert Burns's character child Christopher North comfort cottage at Belleisle dated daughters dear death devoted Dumfries early Edinburgh Edinburgh Castle eldest exer expression fancy farm father feel gaun awa Grantsbraes gray greedy gled guid Yule morning Haddington happy heart helpmate honour intelligence interest ISOBEL BURNS James John king to sing last letter Lochlea Mauchline Memoir Mossgiel mother Mount Oliphant natural never failed Ormiston parish of Kinross PATERNOSTER SQUARE pathetic period poet poet's Poussie Baudrons regard resident reverence Robert Burns Robert Chambers Robin flew awa sang this guid schoolhouse schoolmaster seems sister Agnes slee Tod Lowrie Tarbolton taste tion Tranent United Kingdom wee callant wee Robin flew wee Robin says Where's tu gaun wife William Burness wish write ye'se young youngest sister
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Pagina 102 - Na, na ! gray greedy gled ; na, na ! Ye pookit a' the wee lintie, but ye'se no pook me." So wee Robin flew awa' till he came to the cleuch o' a craig, and there he saw slee Tod Lowrie sitting. And slee Tod Lowrie says, " Where's tu gaun, wee Robin ? " And wee Robin says, " I'm gaun awa' to the king to sing him a sang this guid Yule morning.
Pagina 102 - I'll gie ye a wheen grand moolins out o' my pooch." But wee Robin says, " Na, na ! wee callant; na, na ! Ye speldert the gowdspink, but ye'se no spelder me." So wee Robin flew awa' till he came to the king, and there he sat on a winnock sole and sang the king a bonny sang. And the king says to the queen, " What'll we gie to wee Robin for singing us this bonny sang? " And the queen says to the king, " I think we'll gie him the wee wran to be his wife." So wee Robin and the wee wran were married, and...
Pagina 18 - ... four years we lived comfortably here; but a lawsuit between him and his Landlord commencing, after three years tossing and whirling in the*, vortex of Litigation, my father was just saved from absorption in a jail by phthisical consumption, which after two years promises, kindly stept in and snatch'd him away — "To where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary be at rest.
Pagina 101 - Poussie Baudrons ; na, na ! ye worry't the wee mousie, but ye'se no worry me.' So wee Robin flew awa' till he came to a fail fauld-dike, and there he saw a gray greedy gled sitting.
Pagina 31 - ... as if to lose no opportunity of imparting instruction. When it thundered, she was sure he would soon come to her, because he knew that on such occasions she was apt to suffer much from terror.
Pagina 32 - After a pause, he said there was one of his family for whose future conduct he feared. He repeated the same expression, when the young Poet came up and said, " Oh, father, is it me you mean'!" The old man said it was. Robert turned to the window, with the tears streaming down his manly cheeks, and his bosom swelling as if it would burst from the very restraint he put upon himself.
Pagina 32 - Seeing her cry bitterly at the thought of parting with her dear father, he endeavoured to speak, but could only murmur a few words of comfort, such as might be suitable to a child, concluding with an injunction to her ' to walk in virtue's paths, and shun every vice.
Pagina 18 - For four years we lived comfortably here; but a lawsuit between him and his Landlord commencing, after three years tossing and whirling in the*, vortex of Litigation, my father was just saved from absorption in a jail by phthisical consumption, which after two years promises, kindly stept in and snatch'd him away — "To where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary be at rest.
Pagina 125 - God was kind to her, my dear aunt, in giving her plenty but she did hot hide it under a hedge: she willingly shared it with the poor and needy. The last letter I had from her was in July 1833, with £2 in it to buy a frock for my youngest child, then about a month old. The more I contemplate that excellent woman's character, the more I admire it. There was something good and charitable about her, surpassing all women I ever yet met with.