The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Volum 7

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Cochrane and McCrone, 1834
 

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Pàgina 134 - As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
Pàgina 127 - Thy spirit, Independence, let me share ; Lord of the lion-heart, and eagle-eye ! Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky...
Pàgina 309 - I saw in the visions of my head upon my bed, and, behold, a Watcher and an Holy One came down from heaven ; he cried aloud, and said thus, Hew down the tree, and cut off his branches, shake off his leaves, and scatter his fruit: let the beasts get away from under it, and the fowls from his branches...
Pàgina 58 - Man, this is one of the most extraordinary, that he shall go on from day to day, from week to week, from month to month.
Pàgina 274 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months...
Pàgina 142 - Coffins stood round, like open presses; That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some devilish...
Pàgina 320 - 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.
Pàgina 68 - It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou, &c.
Pàgina 5 - I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and, passing from one thought to another, surely, said I, man is but a shadow and life a dream.
Pàgina 167 - In this was every art, and every charm, To win the wisest, and the coldest warm: Fond love, the gentle vow, the gay desire, The kind deceit, the still-reviving fire, Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.

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