The Burns Scrap Book: Or Odd Moments with the Lovers of Scotia's Darling PoetJohn Dawson Ross L.D. Robertson, 1893 - 256 pages |
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... CLUB , BARD OF SCOTLAND ( Poem ) , PAGE 108 109 · 115 120 127 128 130 131 133 · 136 · 141 · 151 152 154 155 157 166 • 167 168 171 173 174 175 178 179 • 189 190 210 211 215 BURNS ' BIRTHDAY ( Poem ) , BURNS AS A vi CONTENTS .
... CLUB , BARD OF SCOTLAND ( Poem ) , PAGE 108 109 · 115 120 127 128 130 131 133 · 136 · 141 · 151 152 154 155 157 166 • 167 168 171 173 174 175 178 179 • 189 190 210 211 215 BURNS ' BIRTHDAY ( Poem ) , BURNS AS A vi CONTENTS .
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... Clubs , we think it is not hard to find where these questioners arise . Robert Burns was a peasant , the son of a peasant . The father , a rare man among the peasantry undoubtedly ; but still such men are more plentiful than certain ...
... Clubs , we think it is not hard to find where these questioners arise . Robert Burns was a peasant , the son of a peasant . The father , a rare man among the peasantry undoubtedly ; but still such men are more plentiful than certain ...
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... Club , one of whom was the writer , go and explore this haunt of the - well , I was going to say good people ; it will be safer to say they were capricious , often mischievous . We are bound to admit this , after knowing how they ...
... Club , one of whom was the writer , go and explore this haunt of the - well , I was going to say good people ; it will be safer to say they were capricious , often mischievous . We are bound to admit this , after knowing how they ...
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... Club Mr. Leng , M. P. , presided . In the course of his address , he said - It may not be altogether unreason- able if for a few minutes I refer to the politics of Burns . He gave voice , as no one had done before , to what was in the ...
... Club Mr. Leng , M. P. , presided . In the course of his address , he said - It may not be altogether unreason- able if for a few minutes I refer to the politics of Burns . He gave voice , as no one had done before , to what was in the ...
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... Club by Mr. GEORGE R. FAIRBURN . ] ERE are certain epochs in the history of nations THERE when special services are needed , and Nature seldom fails to raise up the man needed for the work . The life - mission of Burns is a notable case ...
... Club by Mr. GEORGE R. FAIRBURN . ] ERE are certain epochs in the history of nations THERE when special services are needed , and Nature seldom fails to raise up the man needed for the work . The life - mission of Burns is a notable case ...
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Page 193 - And, oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Page 207 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Page 26 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Page 196 - 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.
Page 87 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 193 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Page 192 - 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 !
Page 209 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Page 76 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.
Page 201 - But, oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary!