The Genius, and Character of BurnsA. Hart, late Carey & Hart, 1854 - 222 páginas |
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... bonnie , sweet , sonsie lass . In short , she altogether , unwittingly to herself , initiated me in that delicious passion , which , in spite of acid disappoint- ment , gin - horse prudence , and bookworm philosophy , I hold to be the ...
... bonnie , sweet , sonsie lass . In short , she altogether , unwittingly to herself , initiated me in that delicious passion , which , in spite of acid disappoint- ment , gin - horse prudence , and bookworm philosophy , I hold to be the ...
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... bonnie gem . ' Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet , The bonnie Lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet ! Wi ' speckled breast , When upward - springing , blythe to greet The purpling east . " Thus far the life of this ...
... bonnie gem . ' Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet , The bonnie Lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet ! Wi ' speckled breast , When upward - springing , blythe to greet The purpling east . " Thus far the life of this ...
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... bonnie Jean Could only peer it ; Sae straught , sae taper , tight , and clean , Nane else could near it . " You observe Burns knew not yet who stood before him — woman , or angel , or fairy - but the Vision reminded him of her whom best ...
... bonnie Jean Could only peer it ; Sae straught , sae taper , tight , and clean , Nane else could near it . " You observe Burns knew not yet who stood before him — woman , or angel , or fairy - but the Vision reminded him of her whom best ...
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... bonnie winding banks , Where Doon rins , wimpling clear , Where Bruce ance rul'd the martial ranks And shook his Carrick spear . " " " Then instantly he collects the company - the business of tne evening is set a - going - each stanza ...
... bonnie winding banks , Where Doon rins , wimpling clear , Where Bruce ance rul'd the martial ranks And shook his Carrick spear . " " " Then instantly he collects the company - the business of tne evening is set a - going - each stanza ...
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... bonnie lassie lives , The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow , and rivers row , And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . " I see her in the dewy flowers , I see her sweet and fair : I ...
... bonnie lassie lives , The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow , and rivers row , And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . " I see her in the dewy flowers , I see her sweet and fair : I ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 67 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 124 - Then let us pray that come it may — As come it will for a...
Página 144 - Let him follow me! By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! •Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die...
Página 34 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Página 172 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Página 189 - That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a
Página 16 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O 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?
Página 185 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 33 - And, oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Página 128 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me !" LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.