The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His WritingsT. Nelson and P. Brown, 1835 - 260 страница |
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... Bard , by Miss Williams 18. To Dr Moore , 15th February 1787 19. From Dr Moore , 28th February 1787. Sends the Bard a present of his " View of Society and Manners , " & c . ib . 11 ib . · 20. To the Earl of Glencairn , 1787. Grateful ac ...
... Bard , by Miss Williams 18. To Dr Moore , 15th February 1787 19. From Dr Moore , 28th February 1787. Sends the Bard a present of his " View of Society and Manners , " & c . ib . 11 ib . · 20. To the Earl of Glencairn , 1787. Grateful ac ...
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... Bard Some account of Ferguson In answer An epistle in verse Poetical reply to the 88. To R. Graham , Esq . Inclosing some election- eering ballads 89. To Mrs Dunlop . Serious and interesting re- flections 90. To Sir John Sinclair ...
... Bard Some account of Ferguson In answer An epistle in verse Poetical reply to the 88. To R. Graham , Esq . Inclosing some election- eering ballads 89. To Mrs Dunlop . Serious and interesting re- flections 90. To Sir John Sinclair ...
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... Bard to the coronation of the bust of Thomson on Ednam hill 67 150. To Mr Cunningham , 25th February , 1794 . Melancholy reflection - cheering prospects of a happier world 151. To Mrs R Supposed to be written from " The dead to the ...
... Bard to the coronation of the bust of Thomson on Ednam hill 67 150. To Mr Cunningham , 25th February , 1794 . Melancholy reflection - cheering prospects of a happier world 151. To Mrs R Supposed to be written from " The dead to the ...
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... Bard gone to the West Indies A Dedication to G To a Louse , on seeing one on a Lady's Bonnet at Church Address to Edinburgh Epistle to J. Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard To the Same • Address to W. Tytler , Esq . To a Gentleman who had ...
... Bard gone to the West Indies A Dedication to G To a Louse , on seeing one on a Lady's Bonnet at Church Address to Edinburgh Epistle to J. Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard To the Same • Address to W. Tytler , Esq . To a Gentleman who had ...
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... Bard , rough at the rustic plough The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning . 148 98 26 The smiling spring comes in rejoicing The sun had closed the winter day The Thames flows proudly to the sea The wind blew hollow frae ...
... Bard , rough at the rustic plough The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning . 148 98 26 The smiling spring comes in rejoicing The sun had closed the winter day The Thames flows proudly to the sea The wind blew hollow frae ...
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Страница 28 - But to conclude my silly rhyme, (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time,) To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Страница 97 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Страница 115 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!
Страница 167 - 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 will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Страница 155 - I aft hae kissed sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly ; And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Страница 95 - The sire turns o'er wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
Страница 171 - 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 will strongly draw ; Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Страница 139 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Страница 35 - As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
Страница 114 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...