The works of professor Wilson, ed. by prof. Ferrier, Том 71857 |
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... breathing truth . There is probably not a human being come to the years of understanding in all Scotland , who has not heard of the name of Robert Burns . It is , indeed , a household word . His poems are found lying in almost every ...
... breathing truth . There is probably not a human being come to the years of understanding in all Scotland , who has not heard of the name of Robert Burns . It is , indeed , a household word . His poems are found lying in almost every ...
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... breathing the same air , the touch , & c . , but I never ex- pressly said I loved her . Indeed I did not know myself why I liked so much to loiter behind with her , when returning in the evening from our labours ; why the tones of her ...
... breathing the same air , the touch , & c . , but I never ex- pressly said I loved her . Indeed I did not know myself why I liked so much to loiter behind with her , when returning in the evening from our labours ; why the tones of her ...
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... breathing - times to the labouring part of the community ) , and enjoyed such Sun- days as would make me regret to see their number abridged . It was on one of those walks that I first had the pleasure of hearing the author repeat ' The ...
... breathing - times to the labouring part of the community ) , and enjoyed such Sun- days as would make me regret to see their number abridged . It was on one of those walks that I first had the pleasure of hearing the author repeat ' The ...
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... breath , And ploughmen gather wi ' their graith , O rare to see thee fizz and freath I ' the luggit caup ! Then Burnewin comes on like death At every chaup . Nae mercy , then , for airn or steel ; The brawnie , bainie , ploughman chiel ...
... breath , And ploughmen gather wi ' their graith , O rare to see thee fizz and freath I ' the luggit caup ! Then Burnewin comes on like death At every chaup . Nae mercy , then , for airn or steel ; The brawnie , bainie , ploughman chiel ...
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... breathing in warm flesh and blood to his breast . Highland Mary he would have made his wife , and perhaps broken her heart . He loved her living , as a creature in a dream , dead as a spirit in heaven . But Jean Armour possessed his ...
... breathing in warm flesh and blood to his breast . Highland Mary he would have made his wife , and perhaps broken her heart . He loved her living , as a creature in a dream , dead as a spirit in heaven . But Jean Armour possessed his ...
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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...