Robert BurnsRegan Printing and Publishing House, 1910 - 142 Seiten |
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... Scotch mountains , and yet the radiance and sound of his native songs shine and ring down the rolling years with a beauty that will never fade , and a glory that will never die ! " Let me write the songs of a country , and I care not ...
... Scotch mountains , and yet the radiance and sound of his native songs shine and ring down the rolling years with a beauty that will never fade , and a glory that will never die ! " Let me write the songs of a country , and I care not ...
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... Scotch understand each other . William Burns and his faithful wife , after the labors of the day , would teach Robert Bible lessons by continual repetition of faith and good works , until at the age of six their preco- cious son was ...
... Scotch understand each other . William Burns and his faithful wife , after the labors of the day , would teach Robert Bible lessons by continual repetition of faith and good works , until at the age of six their preco- cious son was ...
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... Scotch songs . The material events in the life of Burns with rough food and rough shelter on the farms of Mount Oliphant , Lochlea , in the parish of Tarbolton , Mossgiel and afterwards in Ellis- land , on the river Nith , were really ...
... Scotch songs . The material events in the life of Burns with rough food and rough shelter on the farms of Mount Oliphant , Lochlea , in the parish of Tarbolton , Mossgiel and afterwards in Ellis- land , on the river Nith , were really ...
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... Scotch Mason ; and the heart of Robert Burns , that noted night must have felt volcanic thrills of glory ! Kilwinning Lodge of Edinburgh , made him an honorary member , and St. Abbs Chapter of Eyemouth , made him a Royal Arch Mason ...
... Scotch Mason ; and the heart of Robert Burns , that noted night must have felt volcanic thrills of glory ! Kilwinning Lodge of Edinburgh , made him an honorary member , and St. Abbs Chapter of Eyemouth , made him a Royal Arch Mason ...
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... year 1786 : His star of fame began to rise Into the blue of heather skies , And gave to all a great surprise Of genius lore that never dies ! Oliver Goldsmith and Robert Burns , Irish and Scotch poets 32 ROBERT BURNS Poetic Composition.
... year 1786 : His star of fame began to rise Into the blue of heather skies , And gave to all a great surprise Of genius lore that never dies ! Oliver Goldsmith and Robert Burns , Irish and Scotch poets 32 ROBERT BURNS Poetic Composition.
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acquaintance Adventures of Telemachus Allan Cunningham Bard beauty bonnie brother Caledonia Celtic Club composed Dame Nature dear death Doonholm Doonside Dumfries Edinburgh Ellisland English eternal Farewell farm father Ferguson flowers French genius give glory Goldsmith heart and soul heather hills honest honor hope human independence Jenny Geddes John John Anderson John Barleycorn Kilmarnock king knew labor land letter lichens light literary lived Lodge Lord mankind Mason meet melodies mind Mount Oliphant mountain mournful Murdoch Muses native never night o'er Oliver Goldsmith parish patriotic peasant pleasure plough ploughman poet poems poetic poetry poor poverty President pride recollect remorse rhyme river Nith roar Robert Burns rustic Scotch Scotland shine social song spirit streams sweet Afton Tarbolton teach tears thee thou thought tion truth tyrant verse virtue whiskey wife wild William Burns
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Seite 39 - Scotia, my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
Seite 124 - 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 ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Seite 38 - ... hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor religion's pride...
Seite 38 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing' That thus they all shall meet in future days: There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Seite 114 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, which glowed (I say literally glowed) when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Seite 37 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Seite 45 - I was not so presumptuous as to imagine that I could make verses like printed ones, composed by men who had Greek and Latin; but my girl sung a song, which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son, on one of his father's maids, with whom he was in love ! and I saw no reason why I might not rhyme as well as he...
Seite 68 - 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 fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Seite 120 - And they hae taen his very heart's blood, And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound. John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise ; For if you do but taste his blood, Twill make your courage rise. 'Twill make a man forget his woe; 'Twill heighten all his joy : 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing, Tho
Seite 37 - 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.