The prose works of Robert Burns; containing his letters and correspondence and amatory epistles1819 |
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... equal return of affection . August . There is certainly some connexion between love , and music , and poetry ; and therefore , I have al- ways thought a fine touch of nature , that passage in a modern love composition , ' As toward her ...
... equal return of affection . August . There is certainly some connexion between love , and music , and poetry ; and therefore , I have al- ways thought a fine touch of nature , that passage in a modern love composition , ' As toward her ...
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... equal to his merits . No. 10 . TO MRS . STEWART , OF STAIR . MADAM , 1786 . THE hurry of my preparations for going abroad has hindered me from performing my pro- mise so soon as I intended . I have here sent you a parcel of songs , & c ...
... equal to his merits . No. 10 . TO MRS . STEWART , OF STAIR . MADAM , 1786 . THE hurry of my preparations for going abroad has hindered me from performing my pro- mise so soon as I intended . I have here sent you a parcel of songs , & c ...
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... equal to that with which you have been kind enough to present me . - there is a pathos and de- licacy in his serious poems ; a vein of wit and humour in those of a more festive turn , which cannot be too much admired , nor too warmly ap ...
... equal to that with which you have been kind enough to present me . - there is a pathos and de- licacy in his serious poems ; a vein of wit and humour in those of a more festive turn , which cannot be too much admired , nor too warmly ap ...
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... equal , to the bosom of any friend whatever . My own private story likewise , my love - adven- tures , my rambles ; the frowns and smiles of for- tune on my bardship ; my poems and fragments that must never see the light , shall be ...
... equal , to the bosom of any friend whatever . My own private story likewise , my love - adven- tures , my rambles ; the frowns and smiles of for- tune on my bardship ; my poems and fragments that must never see the light , shall be ...
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... equal , still giving honour to whom honour is due ; he meets at a great man's table a Squire something , or a Sir somebody ; he knows the noble landlord at heart , gives the bard , or what- ever he is , a share of his good wishes beyond ...
... equal , still giving honour to whom honour is due ; he meets at a great man's table a Squire something , or a Sir somebody ; he knows the noble landlord at heart , gives the bard , or what- ever he is , a share of his good wishes beyond ...
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Términos y frases comunes
&c.-See Poems acquaintance admire Allan Ramsay amiable Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful bonnie BURNS character charming compliments copy CUNNINGHAM dare dear friend dear Madam dear Sir delight Dryburgh Abbey duke of Athole Dumfries DUNLOP earl of Glencairn ed friend Edinburgh elegant Ellisland English esteem excise fancy favour favourite feel Fintry flattering follies friendship genius gentleman give happy heart honest honoured friend hope house of Stewart humble humour idea inclose kind lady late letter lord Mauchline meet ment merit mind miserable muse native never night obliging opinion perhaps perusal pleased pleasure poet poetic poetry poor present racter reason ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scots Scottish sentiment Shanter shew sincerely song soul spirit stanzas taste tell thanks thee thing THOMSON thou thought tion tune verses wish worth write
Pasajes populares
Página 9 - I do not know if I should call 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. It is my best season for devotion : my mind is wrapt up in a kind of enthusiasm to Him who, in the pompous language of the Hebrew bard, 'walks on the wings of the wind.
Página 163 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Página 152 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 115 - I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
Página 324 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword...
Página 556 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Página 8 - For my own part I never had the least thought or inclination of turning poet till I got once heartily in love, and then rhyme and song were, in a manner the spontaneous language of my heart.
Página 177 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Página 465 - It is the moon — I ken her horn, That's blinkin in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! Wha first shall rise to gang awa', A cuckold, coward loon is he ! Wha last beside his chair shall fa...
Página 306 - O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest, I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus