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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... position , however , Burns pro- ceeded with his duty in as friendly a spirit as his conscience would allow . To the professional smug- gler he is said to have been severe , but BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF ROBERT BURNS . 31.
... position , however , Burns pro- ceeded with his duty in as friendly a spirit as his conscience would allow . To the professional smug- gler he is said to have been severe , but BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF ROBERT BURNS . 31.
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... spirit of pleas- antry he seemed not unwilling to indulge . We parted about sunset on the evening of that day ( the 5th of July , 1796 ) ; the next day I saw him again , and we parted to meet no more . " During his short stay at Brow he ...
... spirit of pleas- antry he seemed not unwilling to indulge . We parted about sunset on the evening of that day ( the 5th of July , 1796 ) ; the next day I saw him again , and we parted to meet no more . " During his short stay at Brow he ...
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... spirit ever seems to dwell with us , cheer- ing us with the jubilant joy of ecstatic song , bring- ing the sweet memories of the lang syne back to our imaginations with all the vividness of reality , till time and space vanish , and in ...
... spirit ever seems to dwell with us , cheer- ing us with the jubilant joy of ecstatic song , bring- ing the sweet memories of the lang syne back to our imaginations with all the vividness of reality , till time and space vanish , and in ...
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... spirits could take up their abode here . Let us go in . Attrac- tive they are not , and we do not envy the nobleman whose turreted castle stands immediately above them . Hereabouts must have dwelt that fearful being who was- " That ...
... spirits could take up their abode here . Let us go in . Attrac- tive they are not , and we do not envy the nobleman whose turreted castle stands immediately above them . Hereabouts must have dwelt that fearful being who was- " That ...
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... spirit , at least in body , he would be present at the crushing of the Scots . Although it was fully seven years after this monarch's death that the battle of Bannockburn was fought , the hated name and former ravages of the Edward who ...
... spirit , at least in body , he would be present at the crushing of the Scots . Although it was fully seven years after this monarch's death that the battle of Bannockburn was fought , the hated name and former ravages of the Edward who ...
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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!