Robert Burns: A MemoirRoutledge, Warnes, and Routledge, 1859 - 100 страница |
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... nature - the field , the flower , the river ; enriching them with the emotions they excited in a warm and impulsive disposition ; and who could be provincial in spirit , however local his language might be , when he struck upon the ...
... nature - the field , the flower , the river ; enriching them with the emotions they excited in a warm and impulsive disposition ; and who could be provincial in spirit , however local his language might be , when he struck upon the ...
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... nature underwent a change , and he received them with deference , but with a con- sciousness that he could win their attention as he had won that of others who differed from them indeed only in the texture of their kirtles . This ...
... nature underwent a change , and he received them with deference , but with a con- sciousness that he could win their attention as he had won that of others who differed from them indeed only in the texture of their kirtles . This ...
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... that account . They plighted their vows on the Sabbath , to make them more sacred ; they made them by a burn where they had courted , that open Nature might be a wit- ness ; they made them over an open Bible , ROBERT BURNS . 27.
... that account . They plighted their vows on the Sabbath , to make them more sacred ; they made them by a burn where they had courted , that open Nature might be a wit- ness ; they made them over an open Bible , ROBERT BURNS . 27.
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... nature only , but of hatred of his country - Burns , who wrote " Scots wha hae ; " of a desire to submit to revo- lutionary France ! -Burns , who wrote " Should haughty Gaul invasion threat ; " of a wish to get foreign aid to mend our ...
... nature only , but of hatred of his country - Burns , who wrote " Scots wha hae ; " of a desire to submit to revo- lutionary France ! -Burns , who wrote " Should haughty Gaul invasion threat ; " of a wish to get foreign aid to mend our ...
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... nature makes the whole world kin ! " And this was the power of Robert Burns . If I were quite sure my friend Mr. Plush was fairly out of hearing , I would quote in proof of E 2 ROBERT BURNS . 51 all the poetry are of no use-we stand ...
... nature makes the whole world kin ! " And this was the power of Robert Burns . If I were quite sure my friend Mr. Plush was fairly out of hearing , I would quote in proof of E 2 ROBERT BURNS . 51 all the poetry are of no use-we stand ...
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Ae fond kiss Allan Cunningham amang auld awa wi baith ballads bard beautiful blaw bonnie blue Canst thou leave charm Chloris cottage Cutty-sark danc'd awa dearest deil deil's awa Duncan e'enin sun Ellisland English Exciseman farm FARRINGDON STREET father fcap feelings frae glowr'd hame heart Heaven honour hope ilka J. G. WOOD JAMES WHITE Jean Jessie Lewars Katy labours ladies language lassie lo'e dear love thee lover Maggie MARTIN DOYLE Mary maun ment mony Muse Nannie ne'er neebors ness Netherplace never o'er owre perhaps Phrenology pleasure plough poems poet poetic poor Riddel ROBERT BLAKEY Robert Burns rustic Scotland sentiments Shakspeare Shanter sing song swearin sweet tears tender thought thro tion unco verse W. H. Prescott warlock Washington Irving weel wife witches wooing o't words wretched write yon town young
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