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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... lived . It is ROBERT BURNS that puts your well loved Scotland in the front rank of Nations . " LENOX LIBRARY HOY W NEW YORK ROBERT G. INGERSOLL . Copyright , 1893 , by L. D. ROBERTSON & SON , New York . DEDICATED ΤΟ MY BROTHER , PETER ...
... lived . It is ROBERT BURNS that puts your well loved Scotland in the front rank of Nations . " LENOX LIBRARY HOY W NEW YORK ROBERT G. INGERSOLL . Copyright , 1893 , by L. D. ROBERTSON & SON , New York . DEDICATED ΤΟ MY BROTHER , PETER ...
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... LIVED , 108 109 . 115 120 . 127 BURNS ' " CLARINDA , " CARLYLE ON BURNS , 128 130 THE LAND OF BURNS , ODE TO THE MEMORY OF ROBERT BURNS , BURNS AND TANNAHILL , 131 133 136 BURNS IN PERTHSHIRE , " BONNIE JEAN , " · 141 · 151 PROFESSOR ...
... LIVED , 108 109 . 115 120 . 127 BURNS ' " CLARINDA , " CARLYLE ON BURNS , 128 130 THE LAND OF BURNS , ODE TO THE MEMORY OF ROBERT BURNS , BURNS AND TANNAHILL , 131 133 136 BURNS IN PERTHSHIRE , " BONNIE JEAN , " · 141 · 151 PROFESSOR ...
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... lived . Shortly after his arrival at home , seeing the crisis to which they were rapidly approaching , Robert and Gilbert took on their own account a small farm called Mossgiel . This was done so that when their father died , and they ...
... lived . Shortly after his arrival at home , seeing the crisis to which they were rapidly approaching , Robert and Gilbert took on their own account a small farm called Mossgiel . This was done so that when their father died , and they ...
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... lived that allowed such a necessity to exist ! Very little can be said to their credit . " I know not , " he writes , " how the word ' excise- man , ' or the still more opprobrious ' gauger , ' will sound in your ears . I , too , have ...
... lived that allowed such a necessity to exist ! Very little can be said to their credit . " I know not , " he writes , " how the word ' excise- man , ' or the still more opprobrious ' gauger , ' will sound in your ears . I , too , have ...
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... lived in the house with the family - an extinct custom , perhaps to be regretted , as in the case of this family it kept the boys at home . With a wise teacher the influence would be long felt . It was at Kirkoswald . The roaming about ...
... lived in the house with the family - an extinct custom , perhaps to be regretted , as in the case of this family it kept the boys at home . With a wise teacher the influence would be long felt . It was at Kirkoswald . The roaming about ...
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Page 191 - 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 205 - 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 24 - 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 194 - 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 85 - 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 191 - 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 190 - 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 207 - 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 74 - 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 199 - 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!