Robert Burns: A MemoirRoutledge, Warnes, and Routledge, 1859 - 100 pages |
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... hour or two my spirits are a little lightened , I glimmer a little into futurity ; but my prin- cipal , and , indeed , my only pleasurable employment , is looking backward and forward in a moral and religious way . I am quite ...
... hour or two my spirits are a little lightened , I glimmer a little into futurity ; but my prin- cipal , and , indeed , my only pleasurable employment , is looking backward and forward in a moral and religious way . I am quite ...
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... hour to this have formed the solace , the pride , and the delight of every cottage in Scotland . Allan Cunningham tells us , in his delightful life of his brother bard , that the volume penetrated into quarters where such light ...
... hour to this have formed the solace , the pride , and the delight of every cottage in Scotland . Allan Cunningham tells us , in his delightful life of his brother bard , that the volume penetrated into quarters where such light ...
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... the prayer and chapter with which they were dismissed , they would retire to rest , leaving the more immediate family to a social hour , seated on cozy benches on c 2 ROBERT BURNS . 19 acre-there were no poor rates, and only ...
... the prayer and chapter with which they were dismissed , they would retire to rest , leaving the more immediate family to a social hour , seated on cozy benches on c 2 ROBERT BURNS . 19 acre-there were no poor rates, and only ...
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A Memoir James White. to a social hour , seated on cozy benches on each side of the fire . Here , while the wife pursued her labours at the reel , and the daughters knitted stockings , the sons , if literary , would read por- tions of ...
A Memoir James White. to a social hour , seated on cozy benches on each side of the fire . Here , while the wife pursued her labours at the reel , and the daughters knitted stockings , the sons , if literary , would read por- tions of ...
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... his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget , Can I forget the hallowed grove , Where by the winding Ayr we met , To live one day of parting love ! Eternity cannot efface Those records dear of transports past ; 28 ROBERT BURNS .
... his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget , Can I forget the hallowed grove , Where by the winding Ayr we met , To live one day of parting love ! Eternity cannot efface Those records dear of transports past ; 28 ROBERT BURNS .
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Page 65 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 52 - An' getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Page 95 - The sire turns o'er, with patriarchal grace, The big ha'bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
Page 96 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or, how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or, Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or, rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Page 97 - While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compar'd with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's ev'ry grace, except the heart!
Page 93 - An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun', Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town : Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu...
Page 93 - At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee. His wee bit ingle, blinkin bonnily, His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie wifie's smile, The lisping infant prattling on his knee, Does a' his weary carking cares beguile, An' makes him quite forget his labour an
Page 94 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk- white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Page 93 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Page 92 - No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end: My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aikin in a cottage would have been; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...