The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, 3권Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394페이지 |
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... writer before his name was known to the public . " In a letter to Dr. Mackenzie , the Poet says of the verses , on meeting with Lord Daer , " They were really extempore , but a little corrected since . They may enter - tain you a little ...
... writer before his name was known to the public . " In a letter to Dr. Mackenzie , the Poet says of the verses , on meeting with Lord Daer , " They were really extempore , but a little corrected since . They may enter - tain you a little ...
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... were composed , it appears , in compliance with the request of Advocate Hay.- - " The enclosed poem , " Burns thus writes to that gentleman , was 66 written in consequence of your suggestion last time I had 28 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
... were composed , it appears , in compliance with the request of Advocate Hay.- - " The enclosed poem , " Burns thus writes to that gentleman , was 66 written in consequence of your suggestion last time I had 28 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
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... write the foregoing , and to tell you that it was ( at least most part of it ) the effusion of an half - hour I spent at Bruar . I do not mean it was extempore , for I have en- deavoured to brush it up as well as Mr. Nicol's chat and ...
... write the foregoing , and to tell you that it was ( at least most part of it ) the effusion of an half - hour I spent at Bruar . I do not mean it was extempore , for I have en- deavoured to brush it up as well as Mr. Nicol's chat and ...
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... his taste in poetry was of the first order , nor was he unskilful in music : he is called by Lord Byron a voluminous writer , and placed at the head of the Scotch literati : his grandson THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 71.
... his taste in poetry was of the first order , nor was he unskilful in music : he is called by Lord Byron a voluminous writer , and placed at the head of the Scotch literati : his grandson THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 71.
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... write what ye can read ? — Tarbolton , twenty - fourth o ' June , Ye'll find me in a better tune ; But till we meet and weet our whistle , Tak this excuse for nae epistle . ROBERT BURNS . This lively epistle , dated June , 1788 , was 92 ...
... write what ye can read ? — Tarbolton , twenty - fourth o ' June , Ye'll find me in a better tune ; But till we meet and weet our whistle , Tak this excuse for nae epistle . ROBERT BURNS . This lively epistle , dated June , 1788 , was 92 ...
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Alloway Kirk amang auld ballad bard beautiful better blast blest bonnie braw Brig Bruar Burns carlin copy coram Craigdarroch dago dear death Dugald Stewart Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland epistle fair fame fate Fintray frae Friar's-Carse Galloway gane Glencairn Glenriddel grace Graham happy heart Heron Highland honest honour Igo and ago Iram Jenny Geddes John John Barleycorn kirk lady lassie Lincluden lines Lord M'Murdo maun meikle mony mourn muse native ne'er never night Nith Nithside noble o'er Peg Nicholson pity pleasure poem Poet Poet's poetic poor pride rhyme Riddel roar Robert ROBERT BURNS says scene Scota Scotland Scots Scottish Shanter sing song soul stream sweet tears thee There's thou thro troggin verses weel Whigs whistle wild Willie's awa worth written wrote ye'll
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170 페이지 - 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...
205 페이지 - 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.
175 페이지 - As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollo.
169 페이지 - 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...
173 페이지 - Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' guid blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies For ae blink o
172 페이지 - Nae cotillon brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick in shape o...
174 페이지 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
38 페이지 - ... in the whole strain of his bearing and conversation, a most thorough conviction, that, in the society of the most eminent men of his nation, he was exactly where he was entitled to be ; hardly deigned to flatter them by exhibiting even an occasional symptom of being flattered...
47 페이지 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
333 페이지 - And turn'd him o'er and o'er. They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones ; But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones.