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... beautiful - Lundie's Dream- very beautiful . He till't and she till't - assez bien . Armstrong's Farewell - fine . The Author of the Highland Queen was a Mr M'Iver , purser of the Solbay . Fife and a the land about it , R. Ferguson ...
... beautiful - Lundie's Dream- very beautiful . He till't and she till't - assez bien . Armstrong's Farewell - fine . The Author of the Highland Queen was a Mr M'Iver , purser of the Solbay . Fife and a the land about it , R. Ferguson ...
Стр. xlii
... beautiful is less attractive than the sublime . The gaiety of many of Burns's writings , and the lively , and even cheerful colouring with which he has pourtrayed his own character , may lead some persons to suppose , that the ...
... beautiful is less attractive than the sublime . The gaiety of many of Burns's writings , and the lively , and even cheerful colouring with which he has pourtrayed his own character , may lead some persons to suppose , that the ...
Стр. xliii
... beautiful representations of a better world , where there is neither thirst , nor hunger , nor sorrow , and where happiness shall be in pro- portion to the capacity of happiness . Such a disposition is far from being at vari- ance with ...
... beautiful representations of a better world , where there is neither thirst , nor hunger , nor sorrow , and where happiness shall be in pro- portion to the capacity of happiness . Such a disposition is far from being at vari- ance with ...
Стр. xlviii
... beautiful , * When letters and philosophy were cultivated in an- cient Greece , the press had not multiplied the tablets of learning and science , and necessity produced the habit of studying as it were in common . Poets were found ...
... beautiful , * When letters and philosophy were cultivated in an- cient Greece , the press had not multiplied the tablets of learning and science , and necessity produced the habit of studying as it were in common . Poets were found ...
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... beautiful essays , is devoted to An Account of Robert Burns , the Ayrshire ploughman , with extracts from his Poems , written by the elegant pen of Mr Mackenzie . * The Lounger had an extensive circulation among persons of taste and ...
... beautiful essays , is devoted to An Account of Robert Burns , the Ayrshire ploughman , with extracts from his Poems , written by the elegant pen of Mr Mackenzie . * The Lounger had an extensive circulation among persons of taste and ...
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acquaintance Allan Ramsay Amang auld Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful birks of Aberfeldy bonnie bonny lass bosom Burns character charms DEAR SIR delight DR MOORE Dumfries DUNLOP Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh Ellisland fair fame fancy fate favour feelings frae genius give happy heart Highland honest honour hope humble humour kind labour lady lasses lassie letter Lord madam mair Mauchline maun meet merit mind mony morning muse native nature ne'er never night o'er owre passion perhaps pleasure poems poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride Ramsay rhyme Robert ROBERT BURNS rustic scenes Scot Scotland sensibility sentiment sing soul spirit stanza sweet Tarbolton taste tell tender thee thing THOMSON thou thought thro tion tune Twas verses virtue weel Whyles wild William Burnes wish worth write
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Стр. 137 - 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 will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Стр. 139 - By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Стр. 97 - Tam ! hadst thou but been sae wise, As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice ! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum ; That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober ; That ilka melder, wi...
Стр. 123 - I aft hae kissed sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly ; And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Стр. 122 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was f u...
Стр. 80 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...
Стр. 97 - Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet, To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd, sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Стр. 70 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Стр. xxxi - Poesy was still a darling walk for my mind ; but it was only indulged in according to the humour of the hour. I had usually half a dozen or more pieces on hand ; I took up one or other, as it suited the momentary tone of the mind, and dismissed the work as it bordered on fatigue. My passions, when once lighted up, raged like so many devils, till they got vent in rhyme , and then the conning over my verses, like a spell, soothed all into quiet!
Стр. 21 - As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.