The prose works of Robert Burns; containing his letters and correspondence and amatory epistles1819 |
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... Interest for an oppressed Friend 214 111 From the Earl of Buchan . Inviting the Bard to the Coro- nation of the Bust of Thomson on Ednam Hill 217 112 To the Earl of Buchan . In Reply 218 - 113 From the Earl of Buchan , Sept. 16 ...
... Interest for an oppressed Friend 214 111 From the Earl of Buchan . Inviting the Bard to the Coro- nation of the Bust of Thomson on Ednam Hill 217 112 To the Earl of Buchan . In Reply 218 - 113 From the Earl of Buchan , Sept. 16 ...
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... interests of piety and virtue , than the , even law- , bustling and straining after the world's riches and honours ; and I do not see but that. ( 20 ) From Dr Moore, Feb 28, 1787 -Sends the Bard a Present of his ، View of Society ...
... interests of piety and virtue , than the , even law- , bustling and straining after the world's riches and honours ; and I do not see but that. ( 20 ) From Dr Moore, Feb 28, 1787 -Sends the Bard a Present of his ، View of Society ...
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... interests . I am sometimes pleased with myself in my grateful sensations : but , I believe , on the whole , I have very little merit in it , as my gratitude is not a virtue , the consequence of reflection ; but sheerly the instinctive ...
... interests . I am sometimes pleased with myself in my grateful sensations : but , I believe , on the whole , I have very little merit in it , as my gratitude is not a virtue , the consequence of reflection ; but sheerly the instinctive ...
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... interest , but what I have I shall be ready to exert in procuring the attainment of any object you have in view . Your character as a man , ( forgive my reversing your order ) as well as a poet , entitle you , I think , to the ...
... interest , but what I have I shall be ready to exert in procuring the attainment of any object you have in view . Your character as a man , ( forgive my reversing your order ) as well as a poet , entitle you , I think , to the ...
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... interests himself very much for you . I beg to be remembered to him ; nobody can have a warmer regard for that gentleman than I have , which , independent of the worth of his character , would be kept alive by the memory of our common ...
... interests himself very much for you . I beg to be remembered to him ; nobody can have a warmer regard for that gentleman than I have , which , independent of the worth of his character , would be kept alive by the memory of our common ...
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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