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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... means of the family that he could only afford time to acquire the meagrest rudiments of education . Even at that ... mean to live ; ' and certainly , if any person who knew the two boys had been asked which of them was the most likely to ...
... means of the family that he could only afford time to acquire the meagrest rudiments of education . Even at that ... mean to live ; ' and certainly , if any person who knew the two boys had been asked which of them was the most likely to ...
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... us . This is said to be the first step he ever took in direct opposition to his father's wishes . This dancing school , however , was the means of first bringing him before the public as a BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF ROBERT BURNS . 15.
... us . This is said to be the first step he ever took in direct opposition to his father's wishes . This dancing school , however , was the means of first bringing him before the public as a BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF ROBERT BURNS . 15.
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Or Odd Moments with the Lovers of Scotia's Darling Poet John Dawson Ross. means of first bringing him before the public as a poet of more than ordinary ability . Out of the twenty young girls who attended the school , there was scarcely ...
Or Odd Moments with the Lovers of Scotia's Darling Poet John Dawson Ross. means of first bringing him before the public as a poet of more than ordinary ability . Out of the twenty young girls who attended the school , there was scarcely ...
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... mean ? " " Ay , " said the dying man , " it is even you , Robert . " Burns , in a torrent of tears , had at once to leave the room , nor could he control his feelings during the few hours which his father afterward lived . Shortly after ...
... mean ? " " Ay , " said the dying man , " it is even you , Robert . " Burns , in a torrent of tears , had at once to leave the room , nor could he control his feelings during the few hours which his father afterward lived . Shortly after ...
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... means of bringing into existence . Burns was a man who loved passionately all that was noble and good , while he as passionately hated all that was mean or savored any way of hypocrisy . In his various dealings with men , he had been ...
... means of bringing into existence . Burns was a man who loved passionately all that was noble and good , while he as passionately hated all that was mean or savored any way of hypocrisy . In his various dealings with men , he had been ...
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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!