The Life and Works of Robert Burns, Том 2 |
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acquaintance addressed admiration Ainslie appear Ayrshire bard beautiful believe brother Burns Burns's called character charming circumstances Clarinda copy dear Edinburgh expression farm favour feelings fortune friendship genius give given hand happy heart Highland hill honest honour hope hour idea interest James John kind lady late least leave letter lines live look Lord manner March mark Mauchline means meet mind Miss morning muse nature never Nicol night once perhaps person pleasure poems poet poetic poor powers present reason remark respect Robert Scottish seems seen sense sent situation song soul taken tell thee things thou thought town verses week whole wish woman worthy write written young
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Сторінка 100 - Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing ! That, in the merry months o' spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o...
Сторінка 80 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content ! And, O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle.
Сторінка 85 - Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow! We will not see them; will not go, To-day, nor yet to-morrow, Enough if in our hearts we know There's such a place as Yarrow.
Сторінка 221 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Сторінка 85 - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
Сторінка 300 - SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Сторінка 46 - No sculptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay, " No storied urn nor animated bust ;" This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.
Сторінка 271 - Thou whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these counsels on thy soul. Life is but a day at most, Sprung from night, — in darkness lost: Hope not sunshine ev'ry hour, Fear not clouds will always lour.
Сторінка 65 - Nasmyth's picture ; but to me it conveys the idea that they are diminished, as if seen in perspective. I think his countenance was more massive than it looks in any of the portraits.
Сторінка 209 - How are Thy servants blest, O Lord How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. 3...