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... own manuscript of the address by King Robert Bruce to his soldiers before the
battle of Bannockburn . During a residence of twenty years of early life in Ayrshire
and in Edinburgh , I became well acquainted with places and persons that were ...
... own manuscript of the address by King Robert Bruce to his soldiers before the
battle of Bannockburn . During a residence of twenty years of early life in Ayrshire
and in Edinburgh , I became well acquainted with places and persons that were ...
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FACSIMILES . Family Register - in which the death of William Burnes the father of
the Poet , is entered , in the handwriting of Robert Burns . Address of King Robert
Bruce to his troops at Bannockburn , also in the handwriting of the Poet .
FACSIMILES . Family Register - in which the death of William Burnes the father of
the Poet , is entered , in the handwriting of Robert Burns . Address of King Robert
Bruce to his troops at Bannockburn , also in the handwriting of the Poet .
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At Westminster Abbey , they cluster like stars in the Milky Way , and their dust
mingles with that of heroes , statesmen , and kings . It is a sad thought that
posthumous honours come too often after ONE HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY a life
of ...
At Westminster Abbey , they cluster like stars in the Milky Way , and their dust
mingles with that of heroes , statesmen , and kings . It is a sad thought that
posthumous honours come too often after ONE HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY a life
of ...
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With awe - struck thought , and pitying tears , I view that noble , stately dome ,
Where Scotia ' s kings of other years , Fam ' d heroes , had their royal home : Alas
, how chang ' d the times to come ! Their royal name low in the dust ! Their
hapless ...
With awe - struck thought , and pitying tears , I view that noble , stately dome ,
Where Scotia ' s kings of other years , Fam ' d heroes , had their royal home : Alas
, how chang ' d the times to come ! Their royal name low in the dust ! Their
hapless ...
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... and then crossed the country for Fort George , “ but called by the way at
Cawdor , the ancient seat of “ Macbeth ; there I saw the identical bed in which , “
tradition says , King Duncan was murdered : lastly , “ from Fort George to
Inverness .
... and then crossed the country for Fort George , “ but called by the way at
Cawdor , the ancient seat of “ Macbeth ; there I saw the identical bed in which , “
tradition says , King Duncan was murdered : lastly , “ from Fort George to
Inverness .
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Page 82 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 200 - 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!" he says, with solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps "Dundee's" wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive "Martyrs...
Page 199 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave ; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! 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...
Page 178 - An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Page 178 - Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin' ! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O...
Page 367 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my...
Page 178 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Page 56 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 202 - 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 197 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
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| Title | Memorials of Robert Burns and of Some of His Contemporaries and Their Descendants |
| Authors | Peter Freeland Aiken, Robert Burns |
| Publisher | S. Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1876 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 28 Jun 2006 |
| Length | 422 pages |
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