The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings; to which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Том 1F. Lucas, jun. and J. Cushing, 1814 |
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... o'er Donochthead , " in a note , LXI . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Wishes he knew the inspiring Fair One - Ritson's historical es- say not interesting - Allan -Maggie Lawder , LXII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. Has begun his Anecdotes , & c.- " My Chloris ...
... o'er Donochthead , " in a note , LXI . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Wishes he knew the inspiring Fair One - Ritson's historical es- say not interesting - Allan -Maggie Lawder , LXII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. Has begun his Anecdotes , & c.- " My Chloris ...
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... o'er Donochthead Lassie wi ' the lint - white locks 382 392 Last May a braw wooer came down the lang glen 428 Let me wander where I will 362 Let not woman e'er complain 385 Long , long the night 415 Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion ...
... o'er Donochthead Lassie wi ' the lint - white locks 382 392 Last May a braw wooer came down the lang glen 428 Let me wander where I will 362 Let not woman e'er complain 385 Long , long the night 415 Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion ...
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... o'er the hill the eastern star 277 When wild war's deadly blast was blown 305 Where are the joys I hae met in the morning 356 While larks with little wing 328 Why , why tell thy lover 429 Will ye go to the Inlies , my Mary 280 Wilt thou ...
... o'er the hill the eastern star 277 When wild war's deadly blast was blown 305 Where are the joys I hae met in the morning 356 While larks with little wing 328 Why , why tell thy lover 429 Will ye go to the Inlies , my Mary 280 Wilt thou ...
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... than my brother , and with whom we had a longer and closer intimacy than with any of the others , which did not , however , continue in after - life . * Fire , The sire turns o'er , with patriarchal grace , The 56 LIFE OF.
... than my brother , and with whom we had a longer and closer intimacy than with any of the others , which did not , however , continue in after - life . * Fire , The sire turns o'er , with patriarchal grace , The 56 LIFE OF.
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... o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes , As streams their channels deeper wear . My Mary , dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou ...
... o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes , As streams their channels deeper wear . My Mary , dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou ...
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Страница 417 - ... 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
Страница 347 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Страница 33 - I was not so presumptuous as to imagine that I could make verses like printed ones, composed by men who had Greek and Latin ; but my girl sung a song which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son, on one of his father's maids, with whom he was in love ; and I saw no reason why I might not rhyme as well as he ; for, excepting that he could smear sheep, and cast peats, his father living in the moorlands, he had no more scholar-craft than myself. Thus with me began love and poetry ; which...
Страница 305 - O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Страница 90 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest! Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Страница 38 - He was the only man I ever saw who was a greater fool than myself, where woman was the presiding star; but he spoke of illicit love with the levity of a sailor, which hitherto I had regarded with horror. Here his friendship did me a mischief; and the consequence was, that soon after I resumed the plough, I wrote the Poet's Welcome.
Страница 32 - ... he married ; I was the eldest of seven children : and he, worn out by early hardships, was unfit for labour. My father's spirit was soon irritated, but not easily broken. There was a freedom in his lease in two years more; and, to weather these two years, we retrenched our expenses. We lived very poorly...
Страница 424 - Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom ; Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk lowly unseen ; For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers, A listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean. Tho...
Страница 290 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Страница 416 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp; The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-grey, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that, For a