The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... breast . " The earliest of all the numerous biographers of Burns , Robert Heron , who pub lished his excellent little memoir of him upon the very morrow of the Poet's death , recorded in 1797 his own recollection of the stir made in ...
... breast . " The earliest of all the numerous biographers of Burns , Robert Heron , who pub lished his excellent little memoir of him upon the very morrow of the Poet's death , recorded in 1797 his own recollection of the stir made in ...
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... breast longed for by the old pagan philosopher . Burns accepted the adulation lavished upon him for precisely what it was worth , recognizing clearly enough , while he did so , that the learned and fashionable world around him , while ...
... breast longed for by the old pagan philosopher . Burns accepted the adulation lavished upon him for precisely what it was worth , recognizing clearly enough , while he did so , that the learned and fashionable world around him , while ...
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... breast more fully even than in the foregoing sentence of its gathered spleen , " I never , " quoth he , " thought mankind very capable of anything generous , but the stateliness of the patricians in Edinburgh and the civility of my ...
... breast more fully even than in the foregoing sentence of its gathered spleen , " I never , " quoth he , " thought mankind very capable of anything generous , but the stateliness of the patricians in Edinburgh and the civility of my ...
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... breast , thrilling through the involutions of his large and vigorous brain , what was for him all the while an anodyne for every pain , and a hardly definable enhancement of all the joys of his existence . He had the gift , if ever man ...
... breast , thrilling through the involutions of his large and vigorous brain , what was for him all the while an anodyne for every pain , and a hardly definable enhancement of all the joys of his existence . He had the gift , if ever man ...
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... breast ! An ' warn him , what I winna name , To stay content wi ' yowes at hame ; An ' no to rin n ' wear his cloots , Like ither menseless , graceless brutes . " An ' niest my yowie , silly thing , Gude keep thee frae a tether string ...
... breast ! An ' warn him , what I winna name , To stay content wi ' yowes at hame ; An ' no to rin n ' wear his cloots , Like ither menseless , graceless brutes . " An ' niest my yowie , silly thing , Gude keep thee frae a tether string ...
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amang arms auld banks beauty blithe bonnie breast Burns called charms comes dance dear dearie death e'er Edinburgh epigram eyes face fair fear flowers frae gang gi'e give grace green guid ha'e hame hand happy head hear heart Heaven Highland hills honour hope I'll Jean John Johnnie kind king laddie lady land lass lassie leave light lines live look Lord mair Mary maun meet mind mony morning ne'er never night o'er passed pleasure Poet Poet's poor rest Robert round sang sing smile song soul stanzas sweet tear tell thee There's thou thought true tune turn verses weary weel wife Willie wind wish written young
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Página 92 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps...
Página 106 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Página 92 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Página 14 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake! The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Página 91 - MY loved, my honored, 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...
Página 263 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Página 92 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found : O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare — One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that...
Página 344 - Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that ; For a
Página 181 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Página 92 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?