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... wrote on the occa- sion are among the most imperfect of his pieces ; but a few stanzas may , perhaps , be an object of curiosity , both on account of the character to which they relate , and of the light which they throw on the ...
... wrote on the occa- sion are among the most imperfect of his pieces ; but a few stanzas may , perhaps , be an object of curiosity , both on account of the character to which they relate , and of the light which they throw on the ...
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... To rustic Agriculture did bequeath The broken iron instruments of death ; At sight of whom our Sprites forgat their kindling wrath . Burns wrote this poem in Edinburgh for the second edition THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 23.
... To rustic Agriculture did bequeath The broken iron instruments of death ; At sight of whom our Sprites forgat their kindling wrath . Burns wrote this poem in Edinburgh for the second edition THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 23.
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With His Life Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham. Burns wrote this poem in Edinburgh for the second edition of his works , and it is likely he desired to com- pliment his Ayrshire friends under pretence of drawing a picture of times ancient ...
With His Life Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham. Burns wrote this poem in Edinburgh for the second edition of his works , and it is likely he desired to com- pliment his Ayrshire friends under pretence of drawing a picture of times ancient ...
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... wrote a volume of verses , and one of the pieces was entitled " A Conversation between the Auld Brig and New Brig of Dumfries . " He observed them to be big with coming words , and being a person of patience , as well as discernment ...
... wrote a volume of verses , and one of the pieces was entitled " A Conversation between the Auld Brig and New Brig of Dumfries . " He observed them to be big with coming words , and being a person of patience , as well as discernment ...
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... wrote these verses to " Clarinda . " He sent her , it appears , a copy of the account which he gave of himself to Dr. Moore , and added , " I do not know if you have a just idea of my character ; but I wish you to see me , as I am , as ...
... wrote these verses to " Clarinda . " He sent her , it appears , a copy of the account which he gave of himself to Dr. Moore , and added , " I do not know if you have a just idea of my character ; but I wish you to see me , as I am , as ...
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Page 170 - Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.-— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
Page 205 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 175 - As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollo.
Page 169 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Page 173 - Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' guid blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies For ae blink o
Page 172 - Nae cotillon brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick in shape o...
Page 174 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Page 38 - ... in the whole strain of his bearing and conversation, a most thorough conviction, that, in the society of the most eminent men of his nation, he was exactly where he was entitled to be ; hardly deigned to flatter them by exhibiting even an occasional symptom of being flattered...
Page 47 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Page 333 - And turn'd him o'er and o'er. They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones ; But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones.