The Heroines of Burns and Their Celebrating SongsAlexander Gardner, 1906 - 193 Seiten |
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... hand , as the blood - royal of humanity . A book , therefore , on his " heroines , " though they were not all sweethearts actual or potential , specialises him in his " dearest part . " * * Robert Burns and the Medical Profession . A I ...
... hand , as the blood - royal of humanity . A book , therefore , on his " heroines , " though they were not all sweethearts actual or potential , specialises him in his " dearest part . " * * Robert Burns and the Medical Profession . A I ...
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... hand to pick out the nettle - stings and thistles . " There is no record , no tradition , telling whether Nelly ever sang the song . But we may easily guess that she never did ; unless it might be , to her own heart . Young love is ...
... hand to pick out the nettle - stings and thistles . " There is no record , no tradition , telling whether Nelly ever sang the song . But we may easily guess that she never did ; unless it might be , to her own heart . Young love is ...
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... hand , the second distic is too much in the other extreme . The expression is a little awkward , and the sentiment too serious . Stanza the second I am well pleased with ; and I think it conveys a fine idea of an amiable part of the Sex ...
... hand , the second distic is too much in the other extreme . The expression is a little awkward , and the sentiment too serious . Stanza the second I am well pleased with ; and I think it conveys a fine idea of an amiable part of the Sex ...
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... hand in my geometry , till the sun entered Virgo , a month that is always a carnival in my bosom . A charming fillette , who lived next door to the school , overset my trigonometry , and set me off in a tangent from the spheres of my ...
... hand in my geometry , till the sun entered Virgo , a month that is always a carnival in my bosom . A charming fillette , who lived next door to the school , overset my trigonometry , and set me off in a tangent from the spheres of my ...
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... hand . I don't choose to enter into particulars in writing , but never was a poor rakish rascal in a more pitiful taking . " Peggy became the wife of a Mr. Neilson , of Kirkoswald , and Burns , when he was making ready for his departure ...
... hand . I don't choose to enter into particulars in writing , but never was a poor rakish rascal in a more pitiful taking . " Peggy became the wife of a Mr. Neilson , of Kirkoswald , and Burns , when he was making ready for his departure ...
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Seite 110 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Seite 18 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Seite 87 - 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...
Seite 73 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Seite 191 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Seite 87 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Seite 87 - 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?
Seite 87 - Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Seite 28 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt 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 scents the...
Seite 87 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...