The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings; to which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, 1. kötetF. Lucas, jun. and J. Cushing, 1814 |
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19. oldal
... feeling our senti- ments , and of returning them : but when once ex- cited , they are strengthened by exercise , they are expanded by the powers of imagination , and seize more especially on those inanimate parts of crea- tion , which ...
... feeling our senti- ments , and of returning them : but when once ex- cited , they are strengthened by exercise , they are expanded by the powers of imagination , and seize more especially on those inanimate parts of crea- tion , which ...
33. oldal
... Feeling were my bosom favourites . Poesy was still a darling walk for my mind , but it was only indulged in ae- cording to the humour of the hour . I had usually half a dozen or more pieces on hand ; I took up one or other as it suited ...
... Feeling were my bosom favourites . Poesy was still a darling walk for my mind , but it was only indulged in ae- cording to the humour of the hour . I had usually half a dozen or more pieces on hand ; I took up one or other as it suited ...
52. oldal
... feelings on this occasion were of the most dis- tracting nature , and the impression of sorrow was not effaced , till by a regular marriage they were indissolubly united . In the state of mind which this separation produced , he wished ...
... feelings on this occasion were of the most dis- tracting nature , and the impression of sorrow was not effaced , till by a regular marriage they were indissolubly united . In the state of mind which this separation produced , he wished ...
92. oldal
... feelings of the writer , before his name was known to the public * . * This poem is as follows . This wot ye all whom it concerns , I , Rhymer Robin , alias Burns , October twenty - third , A ne'er to be forgotten day , Sae far I ...
... feelings of the writer , before his name was known to the public * . * This poem is as follows . This wot ye all whom it concerns , I , Rhymer Robin , alias Burns , October twenty - third , A ne'er to be forgotten day , Sae far I ...
94. oldal
... feelings , when his ambition aimed at no higher an object than the station of an exciseman or gauger in his own country . " His manners were then , as they continued ever afterwards , simple , manly , and independent ; strongly ...
... feelings , when his ambition aimed at no higher an object than the station of an exciseman or gauger in his own country . " His manners were then , as they continued ever afterwards , simple , manly , and independent ; strongly ...
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417. oldal - ... that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, — As come it will for a' that, — That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
347. oldal - 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 will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
33. oldal - I was not so presumptuous as to imagine that I could make verses like printed ones, composed by men who had Greek and Latin ; but my girl sung a song which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son, on one of his father's maids, with whom he was in love ; and I saw no reason why I might not rhyme as well as he ; for, excepting that he could smear sheep, and cast peats, his father living in the moorlands, he had no more scholar-craft than myself. Thus with me began love and poetry ; which...
305. oldal - O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
90. oldal - THOU lingering 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?
38. oldal - He was the only man I ever saw who was a greater fool than myself, where woman was the presiding star; but he spoke of illicit love with the levity of a sailor, which hitherto I had regarded with horror. Here his friendship did me a mischief; and the consequence was, that soon after I resumed the plough, I wrote the Poet's Welcome.
32. oldal - ... he married ; I was the eldest of seven children : and he, worn out by early hardships, was unfit for labour. My father's spirit was soon irritated, but not easily broken. There was a freedom in his lease in two years more; and, to weather these two years, we retrenched our expenses. We lived very poorly...
424. oldal - Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom ; Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk lowly unseen ; For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers, A listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean. Tho...
290. oldal - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
416. oldal - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp; The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-grey, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that, For a