Reliques of Robert Burns: Consisting Chiefly of Original Letters, Poems, and Critical Observations on Scottish SongsBradford and Inskeep, 1809 - 294 sidor |
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... , 1796. Enquires after the Museum -- Anxious and pa- thetic forebodings on his approaching dissolution . " Hope the cordial of the human heart . " 112 114 113 . 119 - Strictures on Scottish Songs and Ballads An account of CONTENTS . xvii.
... , 1796. Enquires after the Museum -- Anxious and pa- thetic forebodings on his approaching dissolution . " Hope the cordial of the human heart . " 112 114 113 . 119 - Strictures on Scottish Songs and Ballads An account of CONTENTS . xvii.
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... human powers , made me glad to grasp at revealed religion . I must stop , but don't impute my brevity to a wrong cause . I am still , in the Apostle Paul's phrase , “ The old man with his deeds " as when we were sporting about the lady ...
... human powers , made me glad to grasp at revealed religion . I must stop , but don't impute my brevity to a wrong cause . I am still , in the Apostle Paul's phrase , “ The old man with his deeds " as when we were sporting about the lady ...
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... human life ; the poetic mind finds . itself miserably deranged in , and unfit for the walks of business ; add to all , that thoughtless follies and hare- brained whims , like so many ignes fatui , eternally diverging from the right line ...
... human life ; the poetic mind finds . itself miserably deranged in , and unfit for the walks of business ; add to all , that thoughtless follies and hare- brained whims , like so many ignes fatui , eternally diverging from the right line ...
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... human nature , that though you may not realize perhaps the ideas of romance , yet you will never be ill - married . Were it not for the terrors of my ticklish situation respecting provision for a family of children , I am de- cidedly of ...
... human nature , that though you may not realize perhaps the ideas of romance , yet you will never be ill - married . Were it not for the terrors of my ticklish situation respecting provision for a family of children , I am de- cidedly of ...
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... human kind - unfortunate , even in the shades of life - when I think I have met with you , and have lived more of real life with you in eight days , than I can do with al- most any body I meet with in eight years - when I think on the ...
... human kind - unfortunate , even in the shades of life - when I think I have met with you , and have lived more of real life with you in eight days , than I can do with al- most any body I meet with in eight years - when I think on the ...
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acquaintance Allan Water amang Auld Ayrshire ballad banks beautiful Blacklock bonie lass bosom brother Burns Burns's called charms compliments composed copy Currie's Dalswinton DEAR FRIEND DEAR SIR Dumfries e'en Edinburgh Ellisland excise farewel feelings frae Gavin Hamilton give gude Gypsie Laddie hand happy heart Highland Highland Laddie honest honor idea kind Laddie lady lassie letter Lord Madam Mauchline maun mind misfortune Miss mony morning muse ne'er never night noble O'er the moor old song pleasure poem poet poetic poor present river Doon ROBERT BURNS Roslin Castle Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum Scottish sentiments sing soul sparklin stanza sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion tune verses weel wife WILLIAM BURNS Willie wish words write young
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Sida 13 - That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love ; And sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'da rose, Frae aff its thorny tree ; And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi
Sida 278 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Sida 173 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Sida 171 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie The boat rocks at the pier o...
Sida 12 - Doon, How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o
Sida 225 - Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride. Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Sida 213 - mid renewing storms: Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ? Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ? For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms; I tremble to approach an angry GOD, And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. Fain would I say,
Sida 211 - An' riches still may fly them, O ; An' tho' at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O. Green grow, &c. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O ; An
Sida 185 - But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands, Her sweets no longer with her dwells: But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one. Such fate ere long will thee betide When thou hast handled been awhile, With sere flowers to be thrown aside; And I shall sigh, while some will smile, To see thy love to every one Hath brought thee to be loved by none.
Sida 119 - How are you, my dear friend, and how comes on your fifth volume ? You may probably think that for some time past I have neglected you and your work ; but, alas! the hand of pain, sorrow, and care, has these many months lain heavy on me.