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Page xiv
... perhaps have viewed these scenes with some satisfaction , but so did not I. My indignation yet boils at the recollection of the scoundrel factor's insolent letters , which used to set us all in tears . " Gilbert Burns gives his ...
... perhaps have viewed these scenes with some satisfaction , but so did not I. My indignation yet boils at the recollection of the scoundrel factor's insolent letters , which used to set us all in tears . " Gilbert Burns gives his ...
Page xiv
... perhaps safely dismiss it with parodying what Ben Jonson said of Shakspeare ; he had little French , and no Latin . He had read , however , and read well , ere his six- teenth year elapsed , no contemptible amount of the literature of ...
... perhaps safely dismiss it with parodying what Ben Jonson said of Shakspeare ; he had little French , and no Latin . He had read , however , and read well , ere his six- teenth year elapsed , no contemptible amount of the literature of ...
Page xiv
... perhaps to its utmost depth , in his Death and Doctor Hornbook . It need scarcely be added , that Poor Mailie was a real personage , though she did not actually die until some time after her last words were written . She had been ...
... perhaps to its utmost depth , in his Death and Doctor Hornbook . It need scarcely be added , that Poor Mailie was a real personage , though she did not actually die until some time after her last words were written . She had been ...
Page xv
... perhaps very soon , I shall bid an eternal adieu to all the pains and uneasiness , and disquietudes of this weary life ; for I assure you I am heartily tired of it ; and , if I do not very much deceive myself , I could contentedly and ...
... perhaps very soon , I shall bid an eternal adieu to all the pains and uneasiness , and disquietudes of this weary life ; for I assure you I am heartily tired of it ; and , if I do not very much deceive myself , I could contentedly and ...
Page xxiii
... perhaps it might have been well to limit the censure to the tone and spirit of the narrative , since there is no doubt that these petty squabbles had a large share in directing the early energies of Burns's po- etical talents . Even in ...
... perhaps it might have been well to limit the censure to the tone and spirit of the narrative , since there is no doubt that these petty squabbles had a large share in directing the early energies of Burns's po- etical talents . Even in ...
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Page 184 - I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 52 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted ; Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted ; A garter, which a babe had strangled ; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
Page 36 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Page 52 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the key-stane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross! But ere the key-stane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake: For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle!
Page xiv - In short, she, altogether unwittingly to herself, initiated me in that delicious passion, which, in spite of acid disappointment, gin-horse prudence, and book-worm philosophy, I hold to be the first of human joys, our dearest blessing here below...
Page 42 - A set o' dull conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college classes ! They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o
Page 54 - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit...
Page 33 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing' 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 208 - MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Page xlviii - His person was strong and robust : his manners rustic, not clownish ; a sort of dignified plainness and simplicity, which received part of its effect perhaps from one's knowledge of his extraordinary talents. His features are represented in Mr Nasmyth's picture, but to me it conveys the idea that they are diminished as if seen in perspective. I think his countenance was more massive than it looks in any of the portraits.