Reliques of Robert Burns: Consisting Chiefly of Original Letters, Poems, and Critical Observations on Scottish Songs |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 22
Page 51
... bosom burns , The blissful day we twa did meet , & c . Dr , Currie's Ed . Vol . 3 , p . 289 . I shall give over this letter for shame . If I should be seized with a scribbling fit , before this goes away , I shall make it another letter ...
... bosom burns , The blissful day we twa did meet , & c . Dr , Currie's Ed . Vol . 3 , p . 289 . I shall give over this letter for shame . If I should be seized with a scribbling fit , before this goes away , I shall make it another letter ...
Page 75
... bosom with scarce the sensibility of an oyster in its shell . Where is La- dy M'Kenzie ? Wherever she is , God bless her ! I likewise beg leave to trouble you with compliments . to Mr. Wm . Hamilton ; Mrs. Hamilton and family ; and Mrs ...
... bosom with scarce the sensibility of an oyster in its shell . Where is La- dy M'Kenzie ? Wherever she is , God bless her ! I likewise beg leave to trouble you with compliments . to Mr. Wm . Hamilton ; Mrs. Hamilton and family ; and Mrs ...
Page 84
... bosom , and your helpless , prattling little ones , turned adrift into the world , de- graded and disgraced from a situation in which they had been respectable and respected , and left almost with- out the necessary support of a ...
... bosom , and your helpless , prattling little ones , turned adrift into the world , de- graded and disgraced from a situation in which they had been respectable and respected , and left almost with- out the necessary support of a ...
Page 111
... thorns of care never beset his path ! May peace be an inmate of his bosom , and rapture a frequent visitor of his soul ! May the blood - hounds of misfortune never trace his steps , nor the screech - owl of sorrow alarm his dwelling 111.
... thorns of care never beset his path ! May peace be an inmate of his bosom , and rapture a frequent visitor of his soul ! May the blood - hounds of misfortune never trace his steps , nor the screech - owl of sorrow alarm his dwelling 111.
Page 114
... bosom to inform you , that man is always a self- ish , often a perfidious being . This assertion , howe- ver the hasty conclusions of superficial observation may doubt of it , or the raw inexperience of youth may deny it , those who ...
... bosom to inform you , that man is always a self- ish , often a perfidious being . This assertion , howe- ver the hasty conclusions of superficial observation may doubt of it , or the raw inexperience of youth may deny it , those who ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
acquaintance Allan Water amang auld Ayrshire ballad beautiful Blacklock bonie lass bonnie bosom brother Burns Burns's called charms compliments composed composition Currie's Dalswinton DEAR SIR Dugald Stewart Dumfries e'en Edinburgh Ellisland excise farewel feelings frae Gavin Hamilton give gude Gypsie Laddie Hamilton hand happy heart Highland Highland Laddie honest honor Hughie Graham humble kind kirk Laddie lady lassie letter Lord Mauchline maun mind misfortune mony morning muse ne'er never night O'er the moor old song pleasure poem poet poetic poor rantin river Doon ROBERT BURNS Robin Roslin Castle Scotland Scots Scottish sentiments shew sing soul sparklin stanza sweet tell thee thing thou thought thro tion tune verses weel WILLIAM BURNS Willie wish words write young
Popular passages
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 12 - Doon, How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o
Page 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!
Page 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,
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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.