The works of professor Wilson, ed. by prof. Ferrier, Том 71857 |
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... arms they understand , Their labours ply . VOL . VII . * Of these am I - Coila my name And this district as mine I claim , Where once the Campbells , chiefs of fame , Held ruling power : I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame , Thy natal ...
... arms they understand , Their labours ply . VOL . VII . * Of these am I - Coila my name And this district as mine I claim , Where once the Campbells , chiefs of fame , Held ruling power : I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame , Thy natal ...
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... arms of his Jean . " Her father had again to curse her for her infatuated love of her husband - for such , if not by the law of Scotland , which may be doubtful , Burns certainly was by the law of heaven -and like a good Christian had ...
... arms of his Jean . " Her father had again to curse her for her infatuated love of her husband - for such , if not by the law of Scotland , which may be doubtful , Burns certainly was by the law of heaven -and like a good Christian had ...
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... arms , My friends , my brothers ! " Yet after all , " the four - gill chap " clattered but on paper . Lapraik was an elderly man of sober life , impoverished by a false friend in whom he had confided ; and Burns , who wore good clothes ...
... arms , My friends , my brothers ! " Yet after all , " the four - gill chap " clattered but on paper . Lapraik was an elderly man of sober life , impoverished by a false friend in whom he had confided ; and Burns , who wore good clothes ...
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... arms In hungry droves . Their gun's a burden on their shouther ; They downa bide the stink o ' pouther ; Their bauldest thought's a hank'rin swither To stand or rin , Till skelp - a shot - they're aff , a ' throwther , To save their ...
... arms In hungry droves . Their gun's a burden on their shouther ; They downa bide the stink o ' pouther ; Their bauldest thought's a hank'rin swither To stand or rin , Till skelp - a shot - they're aff , a ' throwther , To save their ...
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... arm ! Wha wi ' Will could rin or wrastle , Throw the sledge or toss the bar ? Hap what would , he stood a castle , Or for safety or for war . Warm his heart , and mild as manfu ' , Wi ' the bauld he bauld wad be ; But to friends wha had ...
... arm ! Wha wi ' Will could rin or wrastle , Throw the sledge or toss the bar ? Hap what would , he stood a castle , Or for safety or for war . Warm his heart , and mild as manfu ' , Wi ' the bauld he bauld wad be ; But to friends wha had ...
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside Ancient Rome auld ballad bard beautiful believe better breast breath Burns's called character charm Christabel clouds Coleridge Colonsay dear death delight divine dream Dumfries earth Edinburgh Ellisland evil eyes face fancy father fear feel felt frae gauger genius George Thomson Grasmere hand happy head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human imagination inspired knew labour lady light living look Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel nature never noble o'er once passion perhaps pity poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride racter Robert Burns round Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish seems Shanter Shuffler sing Sitwell smile song soul spirit strong sweet tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice walk whole wild William Burnes words youth
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Сторінка 322 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast.
Сторінка 321 - The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Сторінка 109 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a
Сторінка 127 - 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!
Сторінка 323 - And now the Storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. "'With sloping masts and dipping prow As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Сторінка 326 - The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. " About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white.
Сторінка 322 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Сторінка 327 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on ; and so did I.
Сторінка 328 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Сторінка 326 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...