The Works of Robert Burns, Volume 4A. Fullarton and Company, 1841 |
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... Scottish , when you can extend it to all persons of taste who understand the English language ? In my opinion , you should plan some larger work than any you have as yet attempted . I mean , reflect upon some proper subject , and ...
... Scottish , when you can extend it to all persons of taste who understand the English language ? In my opinion , you should plan some larger work than any you have as yet attempted . I mean , reflect upon some proper subject , and ...
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... Scottish prejudice into my veins , which will boil along there till the flood - gates of life shut in eter- nal rest . Idiot for idiotic . Polemical divinity about this time was putting the country -half 22 WORKS OF BURNS .
... Scottish prejudice into my veins , which will boil along there till the flood - gates of life shut in eter- nal rest . Idiot for idiotic . Polemical divinity about this time was putting the country -half 22 WORKS OF BURNS .
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... Scottish idiom : she was a 66 bonnie , sweet , sonsie lass . " In short , she , altogether un- wittingly to herself , initiated me in that delicious passion , which , in spite of acid disappointment , gin - horse prudence , and book ...
... Scottish idiom : she was a 66 bonnie , sweet , sonsie lass . " In short , she , altogether un- wittingly to herself , initiated me in that delicious passion , which , in spite of acid disappointment , gin - horse prudence , and book ...
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... Scottish Poems , I strung anew my wildly sounding lyre with emulating vigour . When my father died , his all went among the hell - hounds that prowl in the kennel of justice ; but we made a shift to collect a little money in the family ...
... Scottish Poems , I strung anew my wildly sounding lyre with emulating vigour . When my father died , his all went among the hell - hounds that prowl in the kennel of justice ; but we made a shift to collect a little money in the family ...
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... Scottish throne its brightest ornament , interested his feelings more powerfully . This venerable dame , with characteristical dignity , informed me , on my observing that I believed she was descended from the family of Robert Bruce ...
... Scottish throne its brightest ornament , interested his feelings more powerfully . This venerable dame , with characteristical dignity , informed me , on my observing that I believed she was descended from the family of Robert Bruce ...
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Page 136 - Bagdat, in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and passing from one thought to another, Surely, said I, man is but a shadow and life a dream.
Page 38 - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
Page 26 - ... promises, kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to ' where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest.
Page 23 - In my infant and boyish days, too, I owed much to an old woman who resided in the family, remarkable for her ignorance, credulity, and superstition. She had, I suppose, the largest collection in the country of tales and songs concerning devils, ghosts, fairies, brownies, witches, warlocks, spunkies, kelpies, elf-candles, deadlights, wraiths, apparitions, cantraips, giants, enchanted towers, dragons, and other trumpery.
Page 370 - 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.
Page 371 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep.
Page 30 - I had seen human nature in a new phasis; and I engaged several of my school-fellows to keep up a literary correspondence with me. This improved me in composition. I had met with a collection of letters by the wits of Queen Anne's reign, and I pored over them most devoutly: I kept copies of any of my own letters that pleased me; and a comparison between them and the composition of most of my correspondents flattered my vanity. I carried this whim so far, that though I had not three farthings...
Page 55 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 230 - Coffins stood round, like open presses; That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some devilish...
Page 178 - 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...