The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns,: Arranged in the Order of Their Earliest Publication, Volume 1James M'Kie., 1871 |
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... letter to James Gray , the early preceptor of the Poet's children , kindly took up the theme ; and in 1819 , the REV . HAMILTON PAUL , in a Life of Burns , prefixed to an edition of his poetical works , threw down the gauntlet to all ...
... letter to James Gray , the early preceptor of the Poet's children , kindly took up the theme ; and in 1819 , the REV . HAMILTON PAUL , in a Life of Burns , prefixed to an edition of his poetical works , threw down the gauntlet to all ...
Page xxxv
... Letter to E. B. , 1780 . " As my brother's love connections were governed by the strictest rules of virtue and modesty , from which he never deviated till he reached his twenty- third year , he became anxious to be in a situation to ...
... Letter to E. B. , 1780 . " As my brother's love connections were governed by the strictest rules of virtue and modesty , from which he never deviated till he reached his twenty- third year , he became anxious to be in a situation to ...
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... Letter to Murdoch , 12th January , 1783 . THE LAST OF LOCHLEA . [ 1783. - AGE 24. ] FIRST COMMON - PLACE BOOK.- " Observations , & c . , by Robert Burness , a man who had little art in making money , and still less in keeping it ; but ...
... Letter to Murdoch , 12th January , 1783 . THE LAST OF LOCHLEA . [ 1783. - AGE 24. ] FIRST COMMON - PLACE BOOK.- " Observations , & c . , by Robert Burness , a man who had little art in making money , and still less in keeping it ; but ...
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... Letter to Mr. James Burness , Montrose . Epitaph for the Author's Father .- ( Page 130 , Vol . I. ) " Whatever comes from you always wakens up the better blood about my heart . ' Tis there that man is blest ! ' Tis there , my friend ...
... Letter to Mr. James Burness , Montrose . Epitaph for the Author's Father .- ( Page 130 , Vol . I. ) " Whatever comes from you always wakens up the better blood about my heart . ' Tis there that man is blest ! ' Tis there , my friend ...
Page xliv
... Letter to Mr. Aiken . [ This appears to be the last known instance of Burns spelling his name with two syllables . Chambers notes that , in the records of the St. James ' Tarbolton Lodge , he thus signs the minutes , as Deputy - master ...
... Letter to Mr. Aiken . [ This appears to be the last known instance of Burns spelling his name with two syllables . Chambers notes that , in the records of the St. James ' Tarbolton Lodge , he thus signs the minutes , as Deputy - master ...
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Page 88 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 70 - 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 70 - 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. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Page 89 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Page 67 - Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye : The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi* joy.
Page 311 - Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the wood-bine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love, And sae did I o
Page 69 - That thus they all shall meet in future days ; There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 351 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 85 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Page 67 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.