The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings; to which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Volume 4F. Lucas, jun. and J. Cushing, 1815 - Scotland |
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... heart , " 66 Strictures on Scottish songs and ballads , An account of James Tytler , ( Note ) Common place book , journals , & c . Fragments , miscellaneous remarks , & c . Page 111 114 115 121 214 226 255 LETTERS FROM WILLIAM BURNS ...
... heart , " 66 Strictures on Scottish songs and ballads , An account of James Tytler , ( Note ) Common place book , journals , & c . Fragments , miscellaneous remarks , & c . Page 111 114 115 121 214 226 255 LETTERS FROM WILLIAM BURNS ...
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... heart , and the tear's in my e'e , Her flowing locks , the raven's wing , To thee , lov'd Nith , thy gladsome plains , The winter it is past , and the simmer comes 311 311 312 313 313 314 316 316 316 at last , 317 Yestreen I had a pint ...
... heart , and the tear's in my e'e , Her flowing locks , the raven's wing , To thee , lov'd Nith , thy gladsome plains , The winter it is past , and the simmer comes 311 311 312 313 313 314 316 316 316 at last , 317 Yestreen I had a pint ...
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... hearts , those hearts that ele- gantly bear the impression of the good Creator , to say to them you give them the trouble of obliging a friend ; for this reason , I only tell you that I gratify my own feelings in requesting your friend ...
... hearts , those hearts that ele- gantly bear the impression of the good Creator , to say to them you give them the trouble of obliging a friend ; for this reason , I only tell you that I gratify my own feelings in requesting your friend ...
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... heart could wish ; with him I am des- tined to go . Where I shall shelter , I know not , but I hope to weather the storm . Perish the drop of blood of mine that fears them ! their worst , and am prepared to meet it.- I'll laugh , an ...
... heart could wish ; with him I am des- tined to go . Where I shall shelter , I know not , but I hope to weather the storm . Perish the drop of blood of mine that fears them ! their worst , and am prepared to meet it.- I'll laugh , an ...
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... heart , thou bonnie bird That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days When my fause luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat , and sae I sang , And wist na o ...
... heart , thou bonnie bird That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days When my fause luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat , and sae I sang , And wist na o ...
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Page 306 - Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans 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.
Page 247 - 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 242 - Forgive my foul offence !' Fain promise never more to disobey ; But, should my author health again dispense, Again I might desert fair virtue's way ; Again in folly's path might go astray ; Again exalt the brute and sink the man ; Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray, Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan?
Page 203 - Came tearing his hair most piteouslie. " 0 hald your tongue, my father," he says, " And see that ye dinna weep for me ! For they may ravish me o' my life, But they canna banish me fro
Page 239 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Page 233 - ... it pleasure — but something which exalts me, something which enraptures me — than to walk in the sheltered side of a wood, or high plantation, in a cloudy winter day, and hear the stormy wind howling among the trees, and raving over the plain.
Page 227 - BURNESS ; a man who had little art in making money, and still less in keeping it ; but was, however, a man of some sense, a great deal of honesty, and unbounded good-will to every creature, rational and irrational.
Page 134 - MARY'S DREAM. THE moon had climbed the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree, When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea, When, soft and low, a voice was heard, Saying,
Page 306 - 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 lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 11 - 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