Robert Burns: A MemoirRoutledge, Warnes, and Routledge, 1859 - 100 страница |
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... minister's sermon and sup- ply its place with a pack of cards , so that when the worthy man mounted his pulpit to give out the text , he turned over the knave of clubs . All these stories were repeated , and in the ductile ROBERT BURNS . 7.
... minister's sermon and sup- ply its place with a pack of cards , so that when the worthy man mounted his pulpit to give out the text , he turned over the knave of clubs . All these stories were repeated , and in the ductile ROBERT BURNS . 7.
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A Memoir James White. All these stories were repeated , and in the ductile heart of childhood implicitly received . So Robert grew up , surrounded by the super- earthly and uncanny . He saw lights in the darkest nights in the ruined ...
A Memoir James White. All these stories were repeated , and in the ductile heart of childhood implicitly received . So Robert grew up , surrounded by the super- earthly and uncanny . He saw lights in the darkest nights in the ruined ...
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... stories of some of his tenderest songs or liveliest poems in a style quite magical , enriching his little narra- tives , which had , one and all , the merit of being short , with personal incidents of humour or of pathos . " When a ...
... stories of some of his tenderest songs or liveliest poems in a style quite magical , enriching his little narra- tives , which had , one and all , the merit of being short , with personal incidents of humour or of pathos . " When a ...
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... stories tell , When deprived of the husband she loved so well , In respect of the love and affection he'd show'd her , She reduced him to dust , and she drank up the powder ; But Queen Netherplace , of a different complexion , When ...
... stories tell , When deprived of the husband she loved so well , In respect of the love and affection he'd show'd her , She reduced him to dust , and she drank up the powder ; But Queen Netherplace , of a different complexion , When ...
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... story - but which isn't vulgar in the slightest degree - which , though it is only about tippling shoemakers and whisky- loving farmers , is as free from " lowness " as if it were about sporting dukes and right honour- able members of ...
... story - but which isn't vulgar in the slightest degree - which , though it is only about tippling shoemakers and whisky- loving farmers , is as free from " lowness " as if it were about sporting dukes and right honour- able members of ...
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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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Страница 95 - The sire turns o'er, with patriarchal grace, The big ha'bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
Страница 96 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or, how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or, Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or, rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Страница 97 - While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compar'd with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's ev'ry grace, except the heart!
Страница 93 - An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun', Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town : Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu...
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Страница 94 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk- white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Страница 93 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Страница 92 - 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...