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, Band 1F. Lucas, jun. and J. Cushing, 1814 |
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... scenes of your early days . Suffer me to hope that they may sometimes recall to your mind the friend who addresses you , and who bids you - most affectionately - adieu ! Liverpool , 1st May , 1800 . J. CURRIE . ADVERTISEMENT . IF the ...
... scenes of your early days . Suffer me to hope that they may sometimes recall to your mind the friend who addresses you , and who bids you - most affectionately - adieu ! Liverpool , 1st May , 1800 . J. CURRIE . ADVERTISEMENT . IF the ...
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... scenes , to the latest periods of life , to soothe the heart with the pleasures of memory , when those of hope die away . If this reasoning be just , it will explain to us why , among the natives of Scotland , even of cul- tivated minds ...
... scenes , to the latest periods of life , to soothe the heart with the pleasures of memory , when those of hope die away . If this reasoning be just , it will explain to us why , among the natives of Scotland , even of cul- tivated minds ...
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... scenes . It is not commonly at this , green age , that our young gentry have a just sense of the immense distance between them and their ragged play - fellows . It takes a few dashes into the world , to give the young great man that ...
... scenes . It is not commonly at this , green age , that our young gentry have a just sense of the immense distance between them and their ragged play - fellows . It takes a few dashes into the world , to give the young great man that ...
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... scenes with some satisfaction , but so did not I ; my in- dignation yet boils at the recollection of the s - l factor's insolent threatening letters , which used to set us all in tears . " This kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a ...
... scenes with some satisfaction , but so did not I ; my in- dignation yet boils at the recollection of the s - l factor's insolent threatening letters , which used to set us all in tears . " This kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a ...
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... Scenes of swag gering riot and roaring dissipation were till this time new to me , but I was no enemy to social life . Here , though I learnt to fill my glass , and to mix without fear in a drunken squabble , yet I went on with a high ...
... Scenes of swag gering riot and roaring dissipation were till this time new to me , but I was no enemy to social life . Here , though I learnt to fill my glass , and to mix without fear in a drunken squabble , yet I went on with a high ...
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Seite 417 - ... 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
Seite 347 - 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!
Seite 33 - 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...
Seite 305 - 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
Seite 90 - 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?
Seite 38 - 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.
Seite 32 - ... 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...
Seite 424 - 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...
Seite 290 - 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!
Seite 416 - 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