The prose works of Robert Burns; containing his letters and correspondence and amatory epistles1819 |
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... meet with such a lover . You cannot admit but he is sincere , and yet , though you use him ever so favourably , perhaps in a few months , or at farthest a year or two , the same unaccount- able fancy may make him as distractedly fond of ...
... meet with such a lover . You cannot admit but he is sincere , and yet , though you use him ever so favourably , perhaps in a few months , or at farthest a year or two , the same unaccount- able fancy may make him as distractedly fond of ...
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... meet with in such a degree in this world . All these charming qualities , heightened by an education much beyond any thing I have ever met with in any woman I ever dared to approach , have made an impression on my heart that I do not ...
... meet with in such a degree in this world . All these charming qualities , heightened by an education much beyond any thing I have ever met with in any woman I ever dared to approach , have made an impression on my heart that I do not ...
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... meet them . I have but just time and paper to return you my grateful thanks , for the lessons of virtue and piety you have given me , which were too much neglected at the time of giving them , but which , I hope , have been re- membered ...
... meet them . I have but just time and paper to return you my grateful thanks , for the lessons of virtue and piety you have given me , which were too much neglected at the time of giving them , but which , I hope , have been re- membered ...
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... meet the re- proaches of those who stand to me in the dear relation of children , whom I deserted in the smiling innocency of helpless infancy ? O , thou great unknown power ! Thou almighty God ! who hast lighted up reason in my breast ...
... meet the re- proaches of those who stand to me in the dear relation of children , whom I deserted in the smiling innocency of helpless infancy ? O , thou great unknown power ! Thou almighty God ! who hast lighted up reason in my breast ...
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... meet with your share of detraction and envy - a train , that always accom- pany great men . For your comfort I am in great hopes that the number of your friends and ad- mirers will increase , and that you have some chance of ministerial ...
... meet with your share of detraction and envy - a train , that always accom- pany great men . For your comfort I am in great hopes that the number of your friends and ad- mirers will increase , and that you have some chance of ministerial ...
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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