The prose works of Robert Burns; containing his letters and correspondence and amatory epistles1819 |
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... tenderest affection ; and for this plain reason , because she is still possessed of those noble qualities , improved to a much higher degree , which first inspired my affection for her . ' O ! happy state , when souls each other ( 4 )
... tenderest affection ; and for this plain reason , because she is still possessed of those noble qualities , improved to a much higher degree , which first inspired my affection for her . ' O ! happy state , when souls each other ( 4 )
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Robert Burns. ' O ! happy state , when souls each other draw , ' When love is liberty , and nature law . ' I know , were I to speak in such a style to many a girl , who thinks herself possessed of no small share of sense , she would ...
Robert Burns. ' O ! happy state , when souls each other draw , ' When love is liberty , and nature law . ' I know , were I to speak in such a style to many a girl , who thinks herself possessed of no small share of sense , she would ...
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... soul uneasy and confined at home , Rests and expatiates in a life to come . ' It is for this reason I am more pleased with the 15th , 16th , and 17th verses of the 7th chapter of Revelations , * than with any ten times as many verses in ...
... soul uneasy and confined at home , Rests and expatiates in a life to come . ' It is for this reason I am more pleased with the 15th , 16th , and 17th verses of the 7th chapter of Revelations , * than with any ten times as many verses in ...
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... soul , or wring the mind with anguish , Beyond comparison the worst are those That to our folly , or our guilt we owe . In every other circumstance , the mind Has this to say- ' It was no deed of mine ; ' But when to all the evil of ...
... soul , or wring the mind with anguish , Beyond comparison the worst are those That to our folly , or our guilt we owe . In every other circumstance , the mind Has this to say- ' It was no deed of mine ; ' But when to all the evil of ...
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... soul ! March , 1784 . I have often observed , in the course of my ex- perience of human life , that every man , even the worst , has something good about him : though very often nothing else than a happy temperament of constitution ...
... soul ! March , 1784 . I have often observed , in the course of my ex- perience of human life , that every man , even the worst , has something good about him : though very often nothing else than a happy temperament of constitution ...
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&c.-See Poems acquaintance admire Allan Ramsay amiable Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful bonnie BURNS character charming compliments copy CUNNINGHAM dare dear friend dear Madam dear Sir delight Dryburgh Abbey duke of Athole Dumfries DUNLOP earl of Glencairn ed friend Edinburgh elegant Ellisland English esteem excise fancy favour favourite feel Fintry flattering follies friendship genius gentleman give happy heart honest honoured friend hope house of Stewart humble humour idea inclose kind lady late letter lord Mauchline meet ment merit mind miserable muse native never night obliging opinion perhaps perusal pleased pleasure poet poetic poetry poor present racter reason ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scots Scottish sentiment Shanter shew sincerely song soul spirit stanzas taste tell thanks thee thing THOMSON thou thought tion tune verses wish worth write
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Страница 9 - I do not know if I should call it pleasure — but something which. exalts me, something which enraptures me — than to walk in .the sheltered side of a wood, or high plantation, in a cloudy winter day, and. hear the stormy wind howling among the trees, and raving over the plain. It is my best season for devotion : my mind is wrapt up in a kind of enthusiasm to Him who, in the pompous language of the Hebrew bard, 'walks on the wings of the wind.
Страница 163 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Страница 152 - 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 115 - I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
Страница 324 - 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...
Страница 556 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Страница 8 - For my own part I never had the least thought or inclination of turning poet till I got once heartily in love, and then rhyme and song were, in a manner the spontaneous language of my heart.
Страница 177 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Страница 465 - It is the moon — I ken her horn, That's blinkin in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! Wha first shall rise to gang awa', A cuckold, coward loon is he ! Wha last beside his chair shall fa...
Страница 306 - O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest, I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus