The poetical works of Robert Burns, Издање 351Bell, 1870 |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 92
Страница xi
... till very lately that the applause , perhaps the partiality , of friend- ship , awakened his vanity so far as to make him think anything of his worth showing : and none of the following works were composed with a view to the press . To ...
... till very lately that the applause , perhaps the partiality , of friend- ship , awakened his vanity so far as to make him think anything of his worth showing : and none of the following works were composed with a view to the press . To ...
Страница xiii
... , that my mother , with the young Poet , had to be carried through the storm to a neighbour's house , where they remained a week till their own dwelling was adjusted . " 66 The father of Robert Burns was William Burness (
... , that my mother , with the young Poet , had to be carried through the storm to a neighbour's house , where they remained a week till their own dwelling was adjusted . " 66 The father of Robert Burns was William Burness (
Страница xvi
... till the floodgates of life shut in eternal rest . " Polemical divinity about this time was putting the country half - mad ; and I , ambitious of shining in conversation parties on Sundays , between sermons , at funerals , & c . , used ...
... till the floodgates of life shut in eternal rest . " Polemical divinity about this time was putting the country half - mad ; and I , ambitious of shining in conversation parties on Sundays , between sermons , at funerals , & c . , used ...
Страница xvii
... till within the last twelve months , have been my highest enjoyment . My father struggled on till he reached the freedom in his lease , when he entered on.
... till within the last twelve months , have been my highest enjoyment . My father struggled on till he reached the freedom in his lease , when he entered on.
Страница xix
... till this time new to me ; but I was no enemy to social life . Here , though I learnt to fill my glass , and to mix without fear in a drunken squabble , yet I went on with a high hand with my geometry , till the sun entered Virgo , a ...
... till this time new to me ; but I was no enemy to social life . Here , though I learnt to fill my glass , and to mix without fear in a drunken squabble , yet I went on with a high hand with my geometry , till the sun entered Virgo , a ...
Садржај
64 | |
69 | |
83 | |
91 | |
92 | |
98 | |
137 | |
139 | |
145 | |
151 | |
159 | |
167 | |
174 | |
179 | |
271 | |
276 | |
277 | |
283 | |
286 | |
293 | |
363 | |
373 | |
389 | |
397 | |
403 | |
474 | |
478 | |
493 | |
Чести термини и фразе
aboon amang auld baith banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns canna cauld charms CHORUS de'il dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er EPISTLE fair Farewell fate flowers frae GAVIN HAMILTON gi'e grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka ither Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock laddie laird lassie lo'e Lord Mauchline maun mony morn mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scots Scottish sigh sing skelpin sodger song soul sparklin sweet ta'en Tarbolton tear tell thee There's thou tune unco verses wander weary weel Whare Whigs whistle whyles wild Willie wind Ye'll young
Популарни одломци
Страница 425 - 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 xxvi - The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er, wi...
Страница 25 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Страница 315 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Страница 405 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Страница 68 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm I rest ; they must be best.
Страница 324 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Страница 347 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How...
Страница 55 - Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckled breast ! When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east.
Страница 49 - Think on the dungeon's grim confine, Where guilt and poor misfortune pine ! Guilt, erring man, relenting view ! But shall thy legal rage pursue The wretch, already crushed low, By cruel fortune's undeserved blow? Affliction's sons are brothers in distress ; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss ! " I heard nae mair, for Chanticleer Shook off the pouthery snaw, And hail'd the morning with a cheer, A cottage-rousing craw. But deep this truth impress'd my mind — Thro' all His works abroad,...