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, Том 2F. Lucas, jun. and J. Cushing, 1815 |
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... every thing , that can be laid in the scale against it . You may perhaps think it an extravagant fancy , but it is a sentiment , which strikes home to my very soul : though sceptical in some points of our cut- CORRESPONDENCE . 13.
... every thing , that can be laid in the scale against it . You may perhaps think it an extravagant fancy , but it is a sentiment , which strikes home to my very soul : though sceptical in some points of our cut- CORRESPONDENCE . 13.
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... fancy from whim to whim . You see , sir , that if to know one's errors were a probability of mending them , I stand a fair chance : but , according to the reverend Westmin- ster divines , though conviction must precede con version , it ...
... fancy from whim to whim . You see , sir , that if to know one's errors were a probability of mending them , I stand a fair chance : but , according to the reverend Westmin- ster divines , though conviction must precede con version , it ...
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... than his , whose poetic fancy unfits him for the world , and whose charac- ter as a scholar gives him some pretensions to the politesse of life - yet is as poor as I am . For my part , I thank heaven , my star 68 GENERAL.
... than his , whose poetic fancy unfits him for the world , and whose charac- ter as a scholar gives him some pretensions to the politesse of life - yet is as poor as I am . For my part , I thank heaven , my star 68 GENERAL.
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... fancy , To favour another be forward and fain ? I will not compel her , but plainly I'll tell her , Begone , thou false Naney , thou'se ne'er be my ain . THE OLD MAN'S SONG . Tune- " Dumbarton's Drums . " By the REVEREND J. SKINNER . O ...
... fancy , To favour another be forward and fain ? I will not compel her , but plainly I'll tell her , Begone , thou false Naney , thou'se ne'er be my ain . THE OLD MAN'S SONG . Tune- " Dumbarton's Drums . " By the REVEREND J. SKINNER . O ...
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... fancy a more agreeable companion for my journey of life , but , upon my honour , I have never seen the individual instance , Circumstanced as I am , I could never have got a female partner , for life , who could have entered into my ...
... fancy a more agreeable companion for my journey of life , but , upon my honour , I have never seen the individual instance , Circumstanced as I am , I could never have got a female partner , for life , who could have entered into my ...
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acquaintance Ayrshire ballad bard bert Graham character charming Clarinda Closeburn compliments composition copy creature CUNNINGHAM dare dear madam dear sir Dryburgh Abbey Dumbarton's Drums Dumfries DUNLOP Edinburgh Ellisland epistle esteem excise fancy fate favour favourite feel fellow Fintry flattering follies friendship genius gentleman give grey plovers happy hear heart heaven honest honoured friend hope house of Stewart humble humour idea inclosed kind lady late letter lord Mauchline meet ment merit mind miserable muse Mylne's native never night Nithsdale obliging opinion owing perhaps perusal pity pleasure poem poet poetic poetry poor present pride racter reason REVEREND rhyme ROBERT BURNS Scottish sent sentiment Shanter shew sincerely sing song soon soul spirit stanzas sweet SYLVANDER taste thee thing thou thought tion verses virtue wish worth wretch write
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Стр. 141 - Man, this is one of the most extraordinary, that he shall go on from day to day, from week to week, from month to month.
Стр. 212 - Farewell thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun ! Farewell loves and friendships, ye dear, tender ties, Our race of existence is run ! Thou grim king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe, Go, frighten the coward and slave ; Go, teach them to tremble, fell tyrant ! but know, No terrors hast thou to the brave! Thou strik'st the poor...
Стр. 234 - The fates and characters of the rhyming tribe often employ my thoughts when I am disposed to be melancholy. There is not, among all the martyrologies that ever were penned, so rueful a narrative as the lives of the poets. In the comparative view of wretches, the criterion is not what they are doomed to suffer, but how they are formed to bear. Take a being of our kind, give him a stronger imagination and a more delicate sensibility, which between them will ever engender a more ungovernable...
Стр. 106 - Leith, Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready; The shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes thick and bloody; But it's not the roar o...
Стр. 9 - ... and hear the stormy wind howling among the trees, and raving over the plain. It is my best season for devotion : my mind is wrapt up in a kind of enthusiasm to Him, who, in the pompous language of the Hebrew bard, ' walks on the wings of the wind.
Стр. 110 - I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry.
Стр. 109 - Bagdat, in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life ; and passing from one thought to another,
Стр. 110 - Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the jEolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities : a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or woe beyond death and the grave.
Стр. 109 - ... routine of life and thought, which is so apt to reduce our existence to a kind of instinct, or even sometimes, and with some minds, to a state very little superior to mere machinery. This day...
Стр. 152 - 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?