The prose works of Robert Burns; containing his letters and correspondence and amatory epistles1819 |
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... Copies of his Poems . Anxiety of a Poet militant 410 Indies delayed - Woman ! 240 To Mons . James Smith , Mauchlin ... Copy of Verses 248 To the same . Poems on the Eve of Publication 249 To Mr. James Candlish . Return from Scepticism ...
... Copies of his Poems . Anxiety of a Poet militant 410 Indies delayed - Woman ! 240 To Mons . James Smith , Mauchlin ... Copy of Verses 248 To the same . Poems on the Eve of Publication 249 To Mr. James Candlish . Return from Scepticism ...
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... Copy of Bruce to his Troops ' 512 304 To the Earl of Glencairn . Remembrance of his noble Brother , with a Copy of a new Edition of his Poems 305 To Dr. Anderson . Declines assisting in his purposed Pub- lication . Curses the Excise 513 ...
... Copy of Bruce to his Troops ' 512 304 To the Earl of Glencairn . Remembrance of his noble Brother , with a Copy of a new Edition of his Poems 305 To Dr. Anderson . Declines assisting in his purposed Pub- lication . Curses the Excise 513 ...
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... copies would cost about twenty - seven pounds , and the printing about fifteen or sixteen : he offers to agree to this for the printing , if I will advance for the paper , but this , you know , ( 22 ) To the Earl of Buchan -Reply to a ...
... copies would cost about twenty - seven pounds , and the printing about fifteen or sixteen : he offers to agree to this for the printing , if I will advance for the paper , but this , you know , ( 22 ) To the Earl of Buchan -Reply to a ...
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... copies , and incomparably more by the handsome compliments you are pleased to pay my poetic abilities . I am fully persuaded that there is not any class of mankind so feelingly alive to the titillations of applause as the sons of Par ...
... copies , and incomparably more by the handsome compliments you are pleased to pay my poetic abilities . I am fully persuaded that there is not any class of mankind so feelingly alive to the titillations of applause as the sons of Par ...
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... copy . I am quite aware , Madam , what task the world would assign me in this letter . The obscure bard , when any of the great condescend to take notice of him , should heap the altar with the incense of flattery . Their high ancestry ...
... copy . I am quite aware , Madam , what task the world would assign me in this letter . The obscure bard , when any of the great condescend to take notice of him , should heap the altar with the incense of flattery . Their high ancestry ...
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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