Robert Burns: A MemoirRoutledge, Warnes, and Routledge, 1859 - 100 страница |
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... tender grape give a good smell . Arise , my love , my fair one , and come away ! A song , moreover , ought to be peculiarly a dramatic composition , conveying the sentiments supposed to fill the singer's mind in language adapted to his ...
... tender grape give a good smell . Arise , my love , my fair one , and come away ! A song , moreover , ought to be peculiarly a dramatic composition , conveying the sentiments supposed to fill the singer's mind in language adapted to his ...
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... tender beyond the bounds of ordinary friendship . He , therefore , in the case of those carefully described and minutely identified ladies , uses many phrases- expressive of the deepest affection and closest intimacy , when in reality ...
... tender beyond the bounds of ordinary friendship . He , therefore , in the case of those carefully described and minutely identified ladies , uses many phrases- expressive of the deepest affection and closest intimacy , when in reality ...
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... tender confession ' Gainst fortune's fell cruel decree ? -Jessy ! Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet , And soft as their parting tear - Jessy ! As ...
... tender confession ' Gainst fortune's fell cruel decree ? -Jessy ! Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet , And soft as their parting tear - Jessy ! As ...
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... tender , the happy , the mournful , the hopeful , and the despairing , all find their perfect representation ; and - as in all poems of surpassing value - they contain riches undreamt of even by their author . Each reader finds the ...
... tender , the happy , the mournful , the hopeful , and the despairing , all find their perfect representation ; and - as in all poems of surpassing value - they contain riches undreamt of even by their author . Each reader finds the ...
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... tender- ness and pathos of the words , that she sometimes did not keep true to her engagement . O Mary , at thy window be , It is the wish'd , the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor ...
... tender- ness and pathos of the words , that she sometimes did not keep true to her engagement . O Mary , at thy window be , It is the wish'd , the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor ...
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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 65 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Страница 52 - An' getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
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...
Страница 93 - At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee. His wee bit ingle, blinkin bonnily, His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie wifie's smile, The lisping infant prattling on his knee, Does a' his weary carking cares beguile, An' makes him quite forget his labour an
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...