The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, 第 1-3 卷Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 |
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第 xxix 頁
... made the subjects and the materials of poesy , could not suppress that impulse of feeling which struggled to declare itself in favor of Burns . Thus did Burus , ere he had been many weeks MEMOIR OF THE LIFE OF BURNS . Xaix.
... made the subjects and the materials of poesy , could not suppress that impulse of feeling which struggled to declare itself in favor of Burns . Thus did Burus , ere he had been many weeks MEMOIR OF THE LIFE OF BURNS . Xaix.
第 xxxv 頁
... afflictive foresight . His Jane behaved with a degree of conjugal and maternal tenderness and prudence , which made him feel more bitterly the evil of his misconduct , although they could not reclaim him . MEMOIR OF THE LIFE OF BURNS .
... afflictive foresight . His Jane behaved with a degree of conjugal and maternal tenderness and prudence , which made him feel more bitterly the evil of his misconduct , although they could not reclaim him . MEMOIR OF THE LIFE OF BURNS .
第 xxxviii 頁
... feel my muse beginning to jade , I retire to the solitary fireside of my study , and there commit my effusions to paper ; swinging at intervals on the hind legs of my elbow - chair , by way of calling forth my own critical strictures ...
... feel my muse beginning to jade , I retire to the solitary fireside of my study , and there commit my effusions to paper ; swinging at intervals on the hind legs of my elbow - chair , by way of calling forth my own critical strictures ...
第 xlvii 頁
... feel- ings , the loves , the griefs , the hopes , the fears in his own breast ; to find some kind of counterpoise to the struggles of a world , always an alien scene , a task uncouth to the poetical mind these were his motives for ...
... feel- ings , the loves , the griefs , the hopes , the fears in his own breast ; to find some kind of counterpoise to the struggles of a world , always an alien scene , a task uncouth to the poetical mind these were his motives for ...
第 20 頁
... feel ; That feeling heart but acts a part ; " Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel . . . . .. MY FATHER WAS A FARMER . TUNE- The Weaver and his Shuttle , O. My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border , O , And carefully he bred me in ...
... feel ; That feeling heart but acts a part ; " Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel . . . . .. MY FATHER WAS A FARMER . TUNE- The Weaver and his Shuttle , O. My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border , O , And carefully he bred me in ...
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Amang ance auld baith bard blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bonny braes braw Burns Burns's canna Cessnock charms dear death deil e'en e'er Epistle fair fate fear Fête Champêtre fortune frae Gavin Hamilton grace guid hame heart Heaven Highland honest honour ither John John Barleycorn Kilmarnock Laird lass Lord Mailie Mauchline maun mind monie Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre Peggy pleasure plough poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic sang Scotch Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul stanza sweet Syne tell tempests storming thee thegither There's thou Torbolton TUNE twa glancing sparkling unco verses wander weary weel Whigs whistle Whyles ye hae Ye'll ye're young
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第 148 頁 - The sire turns o'er, wi' 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,
第 149 頁 - 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. Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand,...
第 200 頁 - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
第 150 頁 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
第 146 頁 - 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.
第 150 頁 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's...
第 277 頁 - There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
第 257 頁 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
第 18 頁 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm I rest ; they must be best.
第 16 頁 - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave.