Robert BurnsRegan Printing and Publishing House, 1910 - 142 Seiten |
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... member , on any pretence whatever , shall men- tion any of the Club's affairs to any other person but a brother member , under the pain of being excluded ; and particularly if any member shall reveal any of the speeches 24 ROBERT BURNS.
... member , on any pretence whatever , shall men- tion any of the Club's affairs to any other person but a brother member , under the pain of being excluded ; and particularly if any member shall reveal any of the speeches 24 ROBERT BURNS.
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... tion yet boils at the recollection of the cruel factor's insolent threatening letters , which used to set us all in tears . This kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a hermit , with the unceasing moil of a galley - slave brought me to ...
... tion yet boils at the recollection of the cruel factor's insolent threatening letters , which used to set us all in tears . This kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a hermit , with the unceasing moil of a galley - slave brought me to ...
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... tion , comparatively with the strictness and sobriety , and regularity of presbyterian country life ; for though the Will o ' Wisp meteors of thoughtless whim were almost the sole lights of my path , yet early ingrained piety and virtue ...
... tion , comparatively with the strictness and sobriety , and regularity of presbyterian country life ; for though the Will o ' Wisp meteors of thoughtless whim were almost the sole lights of my path , yet early ingrained piety and virtue ...
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... tion ; and to crown my distresses , a belle fille whom I adored , and who had pledged her soul to meet me in the field of matrimony , jilted me with peculiar circumstances of morti- fication . The finishing evil that brought up the rear ...
... tion ; and to crown my distresses , a belle fille whom I adored , and who had pledged her soul to meet me in the field of matrimony , jilted me with peculiar circumstances of morti- fication . The finishing evil that brought up the rear ...
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... tion , to see how much ground I occupied as a man and as a poet ; I studied assiduously Nature's design in my formation —where the lights and shades in my character were intended . I was pretty confident my poems would meet with some ap ...
... tion , to see how much ground I occupied as a man and as a poet ; I studied assiduously Nature's design in my formation —where the lights and shades in my character were intended . I was pretty confident my poems would meet with some ap ...
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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.