The Genius, and Character of BurnsA. Hart, late Carey & Hart, 1854 - 222 страница |
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... hour the peasantry of Scotland are leading , our hearts leap within us , because that such is our country , and such the nobility of her children . There is no delusion , no affectation , no exaggeration , no falsehood in the spirit of ...
... hour the peasantry of Scotland are leading , our hearts leap within us , because that such is our country , and such the nobility of her children . There is no delusion , no affectation , no exaggeration , no falsehood in the spirit of ...
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... hour of rest beneath the shadow of the hedgerow tree . With what pathetic personal power , from all the circumstances of his character and condition , do many of his humblest lines affect us ! Often , too often , as we hear him singing ...
... hour of rest beneath the shadow of the hedgerow tree . With what pathetic personal power , from all the circumstances of his character and condition , do many of his humblest lines affect us ! Often , too often , as we hear him singing ...
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... hour , Shall strongly heave my breast , That I , for poor auld Scotland's sake , Some useful plan or book would make , Or sing a sang at least ! " The rough bur - thistle spreading wide Amang the bearded bear , I turned the weeder ...
... hour , Shall strongly heave my breast , That I , for poor auld Scotland's sake , Some useful plan or book would make , Or sing a sang at least ! " The rough bur - thistle spreading wide Amang the bearded bear , I turned the weeder ...
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... hour have I stole out , after the laborious vocations of the day , to shed a tear over their glorious but unfortunate stories . In these boyish days , I remember , in particular , being struck with that part of Wal- lace's story , where ...
... hour have I stole out , after the laborious vocations of the day , to shed a tear over their glorious but unfortunate stories . In these boyish days , I remember , in particular , being struck with that part of Wal- lace's story , where ...
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... hour ; And there , by lucky hap , had been preserved A straggling volume , torn and incomplete , That left half - told the preternatural tale , Romance of giants , chronicle of fiends , Profuse in garniture of wooden cuts Strange and ...
... hour ; And there , by lucky hap , had been preserved A straggling volume , torn and incomplete , That left half - told the preternatural tale , Romance of giants , chronicle of fiends , Profuse in garniture of wooden cuts Strange and ...
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50 Cents Anne Boleyn auld bard beautiful believe better bonnie Burns's called character charms Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight Dumfries duty earth Edinburgh Ellisland Excise eyes fear feeling felt frae gauger genius George Thomson glorious hand happy hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil hope hour human humble imagination inspired Jean Josiah Walker knew labor live look Lord Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel mourn muse nature never noble o'er passion pity pleasure poems poet poet's poetical poetry poor Price 50 Cents pride proud racter Robert Burns rustic Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish sentiments Shanter sing song soul spirit stanza story sugh sweet taste tears tells tender thee Thomson thou thought thro tion truth verse virtue volume walk Waverley Novels Whyles wife William Burnes words writes
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