The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His WritingsT. Nelson and P. Brown, 1835 - 260 páginas |
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... heart is a - breaking , dear Tittie 167 My heart is sair , I darena tell . 172 172 Flow gently , sweet Afton , among thy green braes . My honoured Colonel , deep I feel . 180 171 For lords or kings I dinna mourn My lord , I know your ...
... heart is a - breaking , dear Tittie 167 My heart is sair , I darena tell . 172 172 Flow gently , sweet Afton , among thy green braes . My honoured Colonel , deep I feel . 180 171 For lords or kings I dinna mourn My lord , I know your ...
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... heart with the pleasures of memory , when those of hope die away . defence , as well as for the supply of common | inferior nations have maintained their indepen- wants , mutual good - will springs from mutual dence against their more ...
... heart with the pleasures of memory , when those of hope die away . defence , as well as for the supply of common | inferior nations have maintained their indepen- wants , mutual good - will springs from mutual dence against their more ...
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... heart - strings thrill like an Eolian harp and particularly why my pulse beat such a furious ratan when I looked and fingered over her little hand to pick out the cruel nettle - stings and thistles . Among her other love - inspiring ...
... heart - strings thrill like an Eolian harp and particularly why my pulse beat such a furious ratan when I looked and fingered over her little hand to pick out the cruel nettle - stings and thistles . Among her other love - inspiring ...
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... heart , was un penchant a l'adorable moitie du genre hu- main My heart was completely tinder , and was eternally lighted up by some goddess or other ; and as in every other warfare in this world my fortune was various , sometimes I was ...
... heart , was un penchant a l'adorable moitie du genre hu- main My heart was completely tinder , and was eternally lighted up by some goddess or other ; and as in every other warfare in this world my fortune was various , sometimes I was ...
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... heart that warmly seeks to feel ; That feeling heart but acts a part , ' Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel . The frank address , the soft caress , Are worse than poison'd darts of steel , The frank address , and politesse , Are all finesse ...
... heart that warmly seeks to feel ; That feeling heart but acts a part , ' Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel . The frank address , the soft caress , Are worse than poison'd darts of steel , The frank address , and politesse , Are all finesse ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
acquaintance Allan Ramsay appear auld Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful bonnie bosom Brig brother Burns character charms composition delight dialect Duke of Athole Dumfries DUNLOP Edinburgh Ellisland English Excise fame fancy farm father favour feelings frae friendship genius give happy heart honest honour hope House of Stuart humble humour imagination kind labour lady lasses letter Lord madam mair manners Mauchline maun melancholy merit mind mony muse native nature ne'er never night noble o'er owre passion perhaps pleasure poems poet poetical poetry poor powers pride Ramsay respect rhyme Robert Robert Burns rustic scene Scot Scotland Scottish sensibility sentiments Shanter songs soul spirit sweet talents Tarbolton taste tell thee thing thou thought thro tion Twas verses virtue weel Whyles wild William Burnes wish worth write
Passagens conhecidas
Página 28 - But to conclude my silly rhyme, (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time,) To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Página 97 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Página 115 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!
Página 167 - 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 will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Página 155 - I aft hae kissed sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly ; And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Página 95 - The sire turns o'er wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, 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!
Página 171 - 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 will strongly draw ; Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Página 139 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 35 - As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
Página 114 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...