The prose works of Robert Burns; containing his letters and correspondence and amatory epistles1819 |
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... allowed to wait on you , and as I expect to remove in a few days a little farther off , and you I suppose will perhaps soon leave this place , I wish to see you or hear from you soon ; and if an expression should perhaps escape me ...
... allowed to wait on you , and as I expect to remove in a few days a little farther off , and you I suppose will perhaps soon leave this place , I wish to see you or hear from you soon ; and if an expression should perhaps escape me ...
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... allowing them the same importance which they do to those which appear in print . ' Shenstone . ' Pleasing , when youth is long expired , to trace The forms our pencil or our pen design'd ! Such was our youthful air , and shape , and ...
... allowing them the same importance which they do to those which appear in print . ' Shenstone . ' Pleasing , when youth is long expired , to trace The forms our pencil or our pen design'd ! Such was our youthful air , and shape , and ...
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... allow worldly maxims and views to settle into selfish habits . I have been feeling all the various rotations and movements within , respecting the excise . There are many things plead strongly against it ; the un- certainty of getting ...
... allow worldly maxims and views to settle into selfish habits . I have been feeling all the various rotations and movements within , respecting the excise . There are many things plead strongly against it ; the un- certainty of getting ...
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... allowed , and walked half a dozen of miles to pay my respects to the Leglen - wood , with as much devout enthusiasm as ever pilgrim did to Loretto ; and , as I explored every den and dell where I could suppose my heroic country man to ...
... allowed , and walked half a dozen of miles to pay my respects to the Leglen - wood , with as much devout enthusiasm as ever pilgrim did to Loretto ; and , as I explored every den and dell where I could suppose my heroic country man to ...
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... allow it to be proper . The song you ask I cannot recollect , and I have not a copy of it . I have not composed any thing on the great Wallace , except what you have seen in print ; and the inclosed , which I will print in this edition ...
... allow it to be proper . The song you ask I cannot recollect , and I have not a copy of it . I have not composed any thing on the great Wallace , except what you have seen in print ; and the inclosed , which I will print in this edition ...
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Често срещани думи и фрази
&c.-See Poems acquaintance admire Allan Ramsay amiable Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful bonnie BURNS character charming compliments copy CUNNINGHAM dare dear friend dear Madam dear Sir delight Dryburgh Abbey duke of Athole Dumfries DUNLOP earl of Glencairn ed friend Edinburgh elegant Ellisland English esteem excise fancy favour favourite feel Fintry flattering follies friendship genius gentleman give happy heart honest honoured friend hope house of Stewart humble humour idea inclose kind lady late letter lord Mauchline meet ment merit mind miserable muse native never night obliging opinion perhaps perusal pleased pleasure poet poetic poetry poor present racter reason ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scots Scottish sentiment Shanter shew sincerely song soul spirit stanzas taste tell thanks thee thing THOMSON thou thought tion tune verses wish worth write
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Страница 9 - I do not know if I should call it pleasure — but something which. exalts me, something which enraptures me — than to walk in .the sheltered side of a wood, or high plantation, in a cloudy winter day, and. hear the stormy wind howling among the trees, and raving over the plain. It is my best season for devotion : my mind is wrapt up in a kind of enthusiasm to Him who, in the pompous language of the Hebrew bard, 'walks on the wings of the wind.
Страница 163 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Страница 152 - 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 115 - I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
Страница 324 - 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...
Страница 556 - 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.
Страница 8 - For my own part I never had the least thought or inclination of turning poet till I got once heartily in love, and then rhyme and song were, in a manner the spontaneous language of my heart.
Страница 177 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Страница 465 - It is the moon — I ken her horn, That's blinkin in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! Wha first shall rise to gang awa', A cuckold, coward loon is he ! Wha last beside his chair shall fa...
Страница 306 - O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest, I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus