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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... songs for our poet . 33. From Mr. John Murdoch , in London . 28th Oct. 34. From Mr. Oct. 1787 . In answer to No. I. Gordon Castle , 31st Acknowledging a song sent to Lady Charlotte Gordon , 5. From the Rev. J. Skinner , 14th Nov. 1787 ...
... songs for our poet . 33. From Mr. John Murdoch , in London . 28th Oct. 34. From Mr. Oct. 1787 . In answer to No. I. Gordon Castle , 31st Acknowledging a song sent to Lady Charlotte Gordon , 5. From the Rev. J. Skinner , 14th Nov. 1787 ...
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... songs , one by himself , the other by a Buchan ploughman ; the songs printed at large , 47. To Professor D. Stewart . 3d May . Thanks for his friendship , 48. Extract to Mrs. Dunlop . 4th May . Remarks on Dryden's Virgil , and Pope's ...
... songs , one by himself , the other by a Buchan ploughman ; the songs printed at large , 47. To Professor D. Stewart . 3d May . Thanks for his friendship , 48. Extract to Mrs. Dunlop . 4th May . Remarks on Dryden's Virgil , and Pope's ...
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... song- " Go fetch to me a pint o ' wine , " 60. To Miss Davies , a young Lady who had heard he had been making a ballad on her , inclosing that ballad , 61. From Mr. G. Burns . 1st Jan. 1789 . Reflections suggested by the day , Page 100 ...
... song- " Go fetch to me a pint o ' wine , " 60. To Miss Davies , a young Lady who had heard he had been making a ballad on her , inclosing that ballad , 61. From Mr. G. Burns . 1st Jan. 1789 . Reflections suggested by the day , Page 100 ...
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... Song of Death , " 127. To Mrs. Dunlop . 5th Jan. 1792. Ac- knowledging the present of a cup , 128. To Mr. Wm . Smellie . 22d Jan. In- troducing Mrs. Riddel , 129. To Mr. W. Nicol . 20th Feb. Ironical thanks for advice , " 130. To Mr ...
... Song of Death , " 127. To Mrs. Dunlop . 5th Jan. 1792. Ac- knowledging the present of a cup , 128. To Mr. Wm . Smellie . 22d Jan. In- troducing Mrs. Riddel , 129. To Mr. W. Nicol . 20th Feb. Ironical thanks for advice , " 130. To Mr ...
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... song nor dance I bring from yon great city , Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace , O that I had ne'er been married , 180 119 152 35 158 7 251 O that my father had ne'er on me smil'd , O thou , whom poesy abhors , 162 270 O ...
... song nor dance I bring from yon great city , Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace , O that I had ne'er been married , 180 119 152 35 158 7 251 O that my father had ne'er on me smil'd , O thou , whom poesy abhors , 162 270 O ...
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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?