The prose works of Robert Burns; containing his letters and correspondence and amatory epistles1819 |
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... so much strike me ; these possibly in a few instances may be met with in others ; but that amiable goodness , that tender feminine softness , that endearing sweetness of dis- position , with all the charming offspring of a warm ( 7 )
... so much strike me ; these possibly in a few instances may be met with in others ; but that amiable goodness , that tender feminine softness , that endearing sweetness of dis- position , with all the charming offspring of a warm ( 7 )
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Robert Burns. position , with all the charming offspring of a warm feeling heart - these I never again expect to meet with in such a degree in this world . All these charming qualities , heightened by an education much beyond any thing I ...
Robert Burns. position , with all the charming offspring of a warm feeling heart - these I never again expect to meet with in such a degree in this world . All these charming qualities , heightened by an education much beyond any thing I ...
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... charming ; particularly the sister . *** Sunday . Went to church at Dunse . - Heard Dr. Bowmaker . * Monday . Coldstream - glorious river Tweed -clear and majestic - fine bridge - dine at Cold- stream , with Mr. Ainslie , and Mr ...
... charming ; particularly the sister . *** Sunday . Went to church at Dunse . - Heard Dr. Bowmaker . * Monday . Coldstream - glorious river Tweed -clear and majestic - fine bridge - dine at Cold- stream , with Mr. Ainslie , and Mr ...
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... charming situa- tion of the town - fine bridge over the Tweed . Enchanting views and prospects on both sides of the river , especially on the Scotch side . Visit Roxburgh Palace - fine situation of it . Ruins of Roxburgh Castle - a ...
... charming situa- tion of the town - fine bridge over the Tweed . Enchanting views and prospects on both sides of the river , especially on the Scotch side . Visit Roxburgh Palace - fine situation of it . Ruins of Roxburgh Castle - a ...
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... out her purse , and emptied it into the old woman's lap . What a charming scene ! * The Humble Petition of Bruar - Water to the duke of Athole . See poems , p . 217 . A sweet accomplished girl of seventeen in so an- gelic ( 78 )
... out her purse , and emptied it into the old woman's lap . What a charming scene ! * The Humble Petition of Bruar - Water to the duke of Athole . See poems , p . 217 . A sweet accomplished girl of seventeen in so an- gelic ( 78 )
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&c.-See Poems acquaintance admire Allan Ramsay amiable Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful bonnie BURNS character charming compliments copy CUNNINGHAM dare dear friend dear Madam dear Sir delight Dryburgh Abbey duke of Athole Dumfries DUNLOP earl of Glencairn ed friend Edinburgh elegant Ellisland English esteem excise fancy favour favourite feel Fintry flattering follies friendship genius gentleman give happy heart honest honoured friend hope house of Stewart humble humour idea inclose kind lady late letter lord Mauchline meet ment merit mind miserable muse native never night obliging opinion perhaps perusal pleased pleasure poet poetic poetry poor present racter reason ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scots Scottish sentiment Shanter shew sincerely song soul spirit stanzas taste tell thanks thee thing THOMSON thou thought tion tune verses wish worth write
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Стр. 9 - I do not know if I should call it pleasure — but something which. exalts me, something which enraptures me — than to walk in .the sheltered side of a wood, or high plantation, in a cloudy winter day, 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. 163 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
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?
Стр. 115 - I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
Стр. 324 - 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...
Стр. 556 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Стр. 8 - For my own part I never had the least thought or inclination of turning poet till I got once heartily in love, and then rhyme and song were, in a manner the spontaneous language of my heart.
Стр. 177 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Стр. 465 - It is the moon — I ken her horn, That's blinkin in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! Wha first shall rise to gang awa', A cuckold, coward loon is he ! Wha last beside his chair shall fa...
Стр. 306 - O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest, I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus