Reliques of Robert Burns: Consisting Chiefly of Original Letters, Poems, and Critical Observations on Scottish Songs

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Bradford and Inskeep, 1809 - 294 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 266 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' 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...
Pàgina 15 - 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
Pàgina 280 - I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. 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.
Pàgina 215 - I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun, As something loudly, in my breast, Remonstrates I have done; Thou know'st that thou hast formed me With passions wild and strong ; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong.
Pàgina 117 - Nevertheless leave the stump of his roots in the earth, even with a band of iron and brass, in the tender grass of the field, and let it be wet with the dew of heaven, and let his portion be with the beasts in the grass of the earth.
Pàgina 215 - 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,
Pàgina 207 - I believe, may be partly owing to my misfortunes giving my mind a melancholy cast : but there is something even in the ' Mighty tempest, and the hoary waste, Abrupt, and deep stretch'd o'er the buried earth," which raises the mind to a serious sublimity favourable to every thing great and noble.
Pàgina 93 - I can tell him that it is on such individuals as I, that a nation has to rest ; both for the hand of support, and the eye of intelligence.
Pàgina 51 - Nor have I any cause to repent it. If I have not got polite tattle, modish manners, and fashionable dress, I am not sickened and disgusted with the multiform curse of boarding-school affectation; and I have got the handsomest figure, the sweetest temper, the soundest constitution, and the kindest heart in the country.
Pàgina 213 - But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O ; An' warly cares, an' warly men, May a

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