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... WRITER . 2. HOME BOOK OF HOUSEHOLD ECO- NOMY . 3. LANDMARKS OF HISTORY OF ENG- LAND . 1s . 6d . 4. LANDMARKS OF HISTORY OF GREECE . 18. 6d . 5. COMMON THINGS OF EVERY - DAY LIFE . 5. THINGS WORTH KNOWING . 7. LAW OF LANDLORD AND TENANT ...
... WRITER . 2. HOME BOOK OF HOUSEHOLD ECO- NOMY . 3. LANDMARKS OF HISTORY OF ENG- LAND . 1s . 6d . 4. LANDMARKS OF HISTORY OF GREECE . 18. 6d . 5. COMMON THINGS OF EVERY - DAY LIFE . 5. THINGS WORTH KNOWING . 7. LAW OF LANDLORD AND TENANT ...
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... WRITER . 2. HOME BOOK OF HOUSEHOLD Eco- NOMY . 3. LANDMARKS OF HISTORY OF ENG- LAND . 1s . 6d . 4. LANDMARKS OF HISTORY OF GREECE . 18. 6d . 5. COMMON THINGS OF EVERY - DAY LIFE . 6. THINGS WORTH KNOWING . 7. LAW OF LANDLORD AND TENANT ...
... WRITER . 2. HOME BOOK OF HOUSEHOLD Eco- NOMY . 3. LANDMARKS OF HISTORY OF ENG- LAND . 1s . 6d . 4. LANDMARKS OF HISTORY OF GREECE . 18. 6d . 5. COMMON THINGS OF EVERY - DAY LIFE . 6. THINGS WORTH KNOWING . 7. LAW OF LANDLORD AND TENANT ...
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... old . You would think perhaps that the son of parents so poor , condemned to such rustic and unintellec- tual employment , would write a poorish sort of letter , with some faults perhaps in spelling , or 8 ROBERT BURNS .
... old . You would think perhaps that the son of parents so poor , condemned to such rustic and unintellec- tual employment , would write a poorish sort of letter , with some faults perhaps in spelling , or 8 ROBERT BURNS .
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... writing , in the hope that I should have the pleasure of seeing you on New Year's Day ; but work comes so hard upon us that I do not choose to be absent on that account . My health is nearly the same as when you were here , only my ...
... writing , in the hope that I should have the pleasure of seeing you on New Year's Day ; but work comes so hard upon us that I do not choose to be absent on that account . My health is nearly the same as when you were here , only my ...
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... poet . It had hitherto been the fashion with Scottish authors , except Allan Ramsay and Robert Ferguson , to write in higher , purer , and better English , as they believed , than the English themselves . Here ROBERT BURNS . 23.
... poet . It had hitherto been the fashion with Scottish authors , except Allan Ramsay and Robert Ferguson , to write in higher , purer , and better English , as they believed , than the English themselves . Here ROBERT BURNS . 23.
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Страница 37 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
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Страница 87 - And, oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Страница 21 - At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast; And first the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears; And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave Floating like foam upon the wave...
Страница 87 - An honest man's the noblest work of God.' And certes in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind: What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined!
Страница 19 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day ! Still 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.
Страница 82 - No mercenary bard his homage pays ; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end : My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways ; What Aikin in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween ! November chill blaws loud wi...