The Life and Works of Robert Burns, Том 1Longmans, Green, 1896 - 281 страница |
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... minister of his parish , that this is evidence * Scotland and Scotsmen in the Eighteenth Century , from the MSS . of John Ramsay , Esq . of Ochtertyre . Edited by Alexander Allardyce . ( William Blackwood & Sons , 2 vols . , 1888. ) of ...
... minister of his parish , that this is evidence * Scotland and Scotsmen in the Eighteenth Century , from the MSS . of John Ramsay , Esq . of Ochtertyre . Edited by Alexander Allardyce . ( William Blackwood & Sons , 2 vols . , 1888. ) of ...
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... minister , who had not paid him that attention to which he thought himself entitled . In Ayr he might as well have spoken blasphemy . He found it proper to give up his appointment . He went to London , where he still lives ( 1797 ) , a ...
... minister , who had not paid him that attention to which he thought himself entitled . In Ayr he might as well have spoken blasphemy . He found it proper to give up his appointment . He went to London , where he still lives ( 1797 ) , a ...
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... minister . He would have passed without noticing them , if one of the girls had not addressed him . She rallied him on preferring to look at the inanimate ground , instead of seizing the opportunity afforded him of indulging in the most ...
... minister . He would have passed without noticing them , if one of the girls had not addressed him . She rallied him on preferring to look at the inanimate ground , instead of seizing the opportunity afforded him of indulging in the most ...
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... " 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 Lochlea LOCHLEA AND IRVINE . 69.
... " 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 Lochlea LOCHLEA AND IRVINE . 69.
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... minister . I don't know how it is , my dear ; for though , except your company , there is nothing on earth gives me so much pleasure as writing to you , yet it never gives me those giddy raptures so much talked of among lovers . I have ...
... minister . I don't know how it is , my dear ; for though , except your company , there is nothing on earth gives me so much pleasure as writing to you , yet it never gives me those giddy raptures so much talked of among lovers . I have ...
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Страница 218 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes — This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. HI At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant...
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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