The Life and Works of Robert Burns, Том 1Longmans, Green, 1896 - 281 страница |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 28
Страница 44
... mony full as braw ; But , for a modest gracefu ' mien , The like I never saw . well dressed * While Burns's mother lived to a great age , his maternal grandmother died of pulmonary disease at the age of thirty - four . Nelly married ...
... mony full as braw ; But , for a modest gracefu ' mien , The like I never saw . well dressed * While Burns's mother lived to a great age , his maternal grandmother died of pulmonary disease at the age of thirty - four . Nelly married ...
Страница 52
... mony a joy and hope bereav'd me- I bear a heart shall support me still . turbid ere To the Mount Oliphant period of Burns's life may also be assigned the writing of a song which gives a foretaste of his satiric power : TIBBIE , I HAE ...
... mony a joy and hope bereav'd me- I bear a heart shall support me still . turbid ere To the Mount Oliphant period of Burns's life may also be assigned the writing of a song which gives a foretaste of his satiric power : TIBBIE , I HAE ...
Страница 63
... mony poets sae braw , man . I never had freens weel stockit in means , To leave me a hundred or twa , man ; Nae weel - tocher'd aunts , to wait on their drants , And wish them in hell for it a ' , man . I never was cannie for hoarding o ...
... mony poets sae braw , man . I never had freens weel stockit in means , To leave me a hundred or twa , man ; Nae weel - tocher'd aunts , to wait on their drants , And wish them in hell for it a ' , man . I never was cannie for hoarding o ...
Страница 121
... mony godly folks are thinking Your dreams and tricks Will send you Korah - like a - sinkin , Straught to auld Nick's . choice the low door , wha should open it but the deil ; he was in a rough humour , and said : ' Wha nay ye be , and ...
... mony godly folks are thinking Your dreams and tricks Will send you Korah - like a - sinkin , Straught to auld Nick's . choice the low door , wha should open it but the deil ; he was in a rough humour , and said : ' Wha nay ye be , and ...
Страница 122
Robert Burns Robert Chambers, William Wallace. Ye hae sae mony cracks an ' cants , jokes in conversation - tricks And in your wicked , drucken rants , Ye mak a devil o ' the saunts , An ' fill them fou ; And then their failings , flaws ...
Robert Burns Robert Chambers, William Wallace. Ye hae sae mony cracks an ' cants , jokes in conversation - tricks And in your wicked , drucken rants , Ye mak a devil o ' the saunts , An ' fill them fou ; And then their failings , flaws ...
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
acquaintance Amang appears Armour auld Ayrshire baith Ballochmyle Bard Bible bonie braw Brig brother Buchanites Burness Burns's charms Common-place Book copy Cumnock daughter dear death Deil died e'er Edinburgh edition Epistle Ev'n ev'ry fair farm father Firth of Clyde frae Gavin Hamilton Gilbert Burns girl Glasgow Greenock happy heart Holy Irvine Jamaica James Jean John Kilmarnock kirk-session Kirkoswald laird lass lassie letter lived Lochlea Lodge Lord married Mary Campbell Mauchline maun Maybole meet mind minister mony Mossgiel mother Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre parish pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poor pow'r pride rhyme Robert Burns scene Scotch Scotland Scottish sing song stanza sweet Tarbolton tell thee Thou thought thro took unco verse weel whyles William Burnes William Simson young
Популарни одломци
Страница 306 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Страница 37 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, — How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Страница 338 - There, oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.
Страница 95 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Страница 323 - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date ; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight, Shall be thy doom ! TO RUIN.
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...
Страница 215 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Страница 115 - With passions wild and strong; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong.
Страница 37 - 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 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