The Life and Works of Robert Burns, Том 1Longmans, Green, 1896 - 281 страница |
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... expression , and read the few books that came in his way with much pleasure and improvement ; for even then he was a reader when he could get a book . Murdoch , whose library at that time had no great glad you express yourself with so ...
... expression , and read the few books that came in his way with much pleasure and improvement ; for even then he was a reader when he could get a book . Murdoch , whose library at that time had no great glad you express yourself with so ...
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... expression . ' Gilbert always appeared to me to possess a more lively imagination , and to be more of the wit , than Robert . I attempted to teach them a little church - music . Here they were left far behind by all the rest of the ...
... expression . ' Gilbert always appeared to me to possess a more lively imagination , and to be more of the wit , than Robert . I attempted to teach them a little church - music . Here they were left far behind by all the rest of the ...
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... expressed this aspiration : Ev'n then , a wish ( I mind its pow'r ) — A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast , That I for poor auld Scotland's sake Some usefu ' plan or beuk could make , Or sing a sang at least ...
... expressed this aspiration : Ev'n then , a wish ( I mind its pow'r ) — A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast , That I for poor auld Scotland's sake Some usefu ' plan or beuk could make , Or sing a sang at least ...
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... expressed to us , his friends and neighbours " couldna tell what to mak o ' young Burns o ' Lochlea . " ' — Life of Robert Burns , by Rev. J. C. Higgins , B.D. , minister of Tarbolton . banks of the Cessnock , about two miles from ...
... expressed to us , his friends and neighbours " couldna tell what to mak o ' young Burns o ' Lochlea . " ' — Life of Robert Burns , by Rev. J. C. Higgins , B.D. , minister of Tarbolton . banks of the Cessnock , about two miles from ...
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... expression should perhaps escape me rather too warm for friendship , I hope you will pardon it in , my dear Miss- ( pardon me the dear expression for once ) . . . R. B. The reason Ellison gave for refusing the poet's hand is unknown ...
... expression should perhaps escape me rather too warm for friendship , I hope you will pardon it in , my dear Miss- ( pardon me the dear expression for once ) . . . R. B. The reason Ellison gave for refusing the poet's hand is unknown ...
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Страница 160 - Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, You wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang ?' But, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're maybe wrang. What's a