The prose works of Robert Burns; containing his letters and correspondence and amatory epistles1819 |
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... pleased with the 15th , 16th , and 17th verses of the 7th chapter of Revelations , * than with any ten times as many verses in the whole Bible , and would not exchange the noble enthusiasm with which they inspire me , for all that this ...
... pleased with the 15th , 16th , and 17th verses of the 7th chapter of Revelations , * than with any ten times as many verses in the whole Bible , and would not exchange the noble enthusiasm with which they inspire me , for all that this ...
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... pleased with ; but that is what I am afraid will not be the case . I have , indeed , kept pretty clear of vicious habits ; and in this respect , I hope , my conduct will not disgrace the education I have gotten ; but as a man of the ...
... pleased with ; but that is what I am afraid will not be the case . I have , indeed , kept pretty clear of vicious habits ; and in this respect , I hope , my conduct will not disgrace the education I have gotten ; but as a man of the ...
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... pleased with myself in my grateful sensations : but , I believe , on the whole , I have very little merit in it , as my gratitude is not a virtue , the consequence of reflection ; but sheerly the instinctive emotion of a heart , too ...
... pleased with myself in my grateful sensations : but , I believe , on the whole , I have very little merit in it , as my gratitude is not a virtue , the consequence of reflection ; but sheerly the instinctive emotion of a heart , too ...
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... pleased to pay my poetic abilities . I am fully persuaded that there is not any class of mankind so feelingly alive to the titillations of applause as the sons of Par- nassus , nor is it easy to conceive how the heart of a poor bard ...
... pleased to pay my poetic abilities . I am fully persuaded that there is not any class of mankind so feelingly alive to the titillations of applause as the sons of Par- nassus , nor is it easy to conceive how the heart of a poor bard ...
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... pleased with your book is what I have in common with the world ; but to regard these volumes as a mark of the author's friendly esteem , is a still more supreme gratification . I leave Edinburgh in the course of ten days or a fortnight ...
... pleased with your book is what I have in common with the world ; but to regard these volumes as a mark of the author's friendly esteem , is a still more supreme gratification . I leave Edinburgh in the course of ten days or a fortnight ...
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Termos e frases comuns
&c.-See Poems acquaintance admire Allan Ramsay amiable Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful bonnie BURNS character charming compliments copy CUNNINGHAM dare dear friend dear Madam dear Sir delight Dryburgh Abbey duke of Athole Dumfries DUNLOP earl of Glencairn ed friend Edinburgh elegant Ellisland English esteem excise fancy favour favourite feel Fintry flattering follies friendship genius gentleman give happy heart honest honoured friend hope house of Stewart humble humour idea inclose kind lady late letter lord Mauchline meet ment merit mind miserable muse native never night obliging opinion perhaps perusal pleased pleasure poet poetic poetry poor present racter reason ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scots Scottish sentiment Shanter shew sincerely song soul spirit stanzas taste tell thanks thee thing THOMSON thou thought tion tune verses wish worth write
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Página 9 - I do not know if I should call it pleasure — but something which. exalts me, something which enraptures me — than to walk in .the sheltered side of a wood, or high plantation, in a cloudy winter day, and. hear the stormy wind howling among the trees, and raving over the plain. It is my best season for devotion : my mind is wrapt up in a kind of enthusiasm to Him who, in the pompous language of the Hebrew bard, 'walks on the wings of the wind.
Página 163 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Página 152 - 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?
Página 115 - I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
Página 324 - 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...
Página 556 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Página 8 - For my own part I never had the least thought or inclination of turning poet till I got once heartily in love, and then rhyme and song were, in a manner the spontaneous language of my heart.
Página 177 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Página 465 - It is the moon — I ken her horn, That's blinkin in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! Wha first shall rise to gang awa', A cuckold, coward loon is he ! Wha last beside his chair shall fa...
Página 306 - O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest, I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus