Memorials of Robert Burns and of some of his contemporaries and their descendants, by the grandson of Robert Aiken, with a numerous selection of his best poems and songsSampson Low&Company, 1876 - 422 страница |
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... round the table of the Baron of Bradwardine , and Burns , in his " Song of the Whistle , " has celebrated a bacchanalian contest be- tween three country gentlemen . The prize was an ebony whistle , and he who was able to blow it after ...
... round the table of the Baron of Bradwardine , and Burns , in his " Song of the Whistle , " has celebrated a bacchanalian contest be- tween three country gentlemen . The prize was an ebony whistle , and he who was able to blow it after ...
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... round my head ; The polished leaves and berries red , Did rustling play ; And , like a passing thought , she fled In light away . " The gravest moralist could not show more impressively the evanescence of pleasure than Burns does in his ...
... round my head ; The polished leaves and berries red , Did rustling play ; And , like a passing thought , she fled In light away . " The gravest moralist could not show more impressively the evanescence of pleasure than Burns does in his ...
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... round the raptur'd scene . The flowers sprang wanton to be prest , The birds sang love on ev'ry spray , - Till too , too soon , the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day . Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes , And fondly ...
... round the raptur'd scene . The flowers sprang wanton to be prest , The birds sang love on ev'ry spray , - Till too , too soon , the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day . Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes , And fondly ...
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... round his head and crowned him her national bard , and she says of Burns , as a favourite poet of England said of his country— " With all thy faults , I love thee still . " In every library , in every house , aye , in every cottage ...
... round his head and crowned him her national bard , and she says of Burns , as a favourite poet of England said of his country— " With all thy faults , I love thee still . " In every library , in every house , aye , in every cottage ...
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... round the raptured scene . " And in " Halloween , " the brook seen by moonlight meandering through the glen , falling over or winding round a rock in eddies and pools , gliding and coyly hiding under braes like a living creature 66 ...
... round the raptured scene . " And in " Halloween , " the brook seen by moonlight meandering through the glen , falling over or winding round a rock in eddies and pools , gliding and coyly hiding under braes like a living creature 66 ...
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Afton amang auld auld lang syne Ayrshire banks bard beautiful Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest bonnie bonnie Lass bosom braes BRIGS brother Burns cauld charm Cotter's Saturday Night Dalrymple daughter dear death Doonholm Dugald Stewart e'er Edinburgh Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n fair Farewell father Fête Champêtre flowers frae glen ha'e Halloween hame happy hear heart Highland hills honour James Jean King lass lassie letter lived Lord Lord Cockburn mair married Mary maun mony morning mourn Muse Nature's ne'er never o'er owre pleasure poems poet poetry poor pride rhyme river Ayr roar Robert Aiken Robert Burns Scotland Scottish Shakspere Shaw sing song soul stream sweet syne Tam O'Shanter tears thee thou thought thro unco verse wander weary weel Whyles wife wild winds wrote young
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