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... letter to James Gray , the early preceptor of the Poet's children , kindly took up the theme ; aud in 1819 , the REV ... letters from JAMES GRAY , and from ALEXANDER FINDLATER ( the Poet's immediate superior officer in the Excise ) ...
... letter to James Gray , the early preceptor of the Poet's children , kindly took up the theme ; aud in 1819 , the REV ... letters from JAMES GRAY , and from ALEXANDER FINDLATER ( the Poet's immediate superior officer in the Excise ) ...
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... Letter to E. B. , 1780 . " As my brother's love connections were governed by the strictest rules of virtue and modesty , from which he never deviated till he reached his twenty- third year , he became anxious to be in a situation to ...
... Letter to E. B. , 1780 . " As my brother's love connections were governed by the strictest rules of virtue and modesty , from which he never deviated till he reached his twenty- third year , he became anxious to be in a situation to ...
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... from this remark I derived that idea of my own power which encouraged me to endeavour at the character of a poet . " - Letter to Richard Brown , December 30 , 1787 . Prayer in the Prospect of Death .- ( Page 87 ( xxxvii )
... from this remark I derived that idea of my own power which encouraged me to endeavour at the character of a poet . " - Letter to Richard Brown , December 30 , 1787 . Prayer in the Prospect of Death .- ( Page 87 ( xxxvii )
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... Letter to Murdoch , 12th January , 1783 . THE LAST OF LOCHLEA . [ 1783. - AGE 24. ] FIRST COMMON - PLACE BOOK.- " Observations , & c . , by Robert Burness , a man who had little art in making money , and still less in keeping it ; but ...
... Letter to Murdoch , 12th January , 1783 . THE LAST OF LOCHLEA . [ 1783. - AGE 24. ] FIRST COMMON - PLACE BOOK.- " Observations , & c . , by Robert Burness , a man who had little art in making money , and still less in keeping it ; but ...
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... Letter to Mr. James Burness , Montrose . Epitaph for the Author's Father .- ( Page 130 , Vol . I. ) " Whatever comes from you always wakens up the better blood about my heart . ' Tis there that man is blest ! ' Tis there , my friend ...
... Letter to Mr. James Burness , Montrose . Epitaph for the Author's Father .- ( Page 130 , Vol . I. ) " Whatever comes from you always wakens up the better blood about my heart . ' Tis there that man is blest ! ' Tis there , my friend ...
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Page 69 - 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 ; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounc'd by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope...
Page 66 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Page 88 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 69 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 356 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the key-stane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross!
Page 254 - John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 352 - Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods ; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll : When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze; Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing ; And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn ! What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Page 68 - 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 68 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?
Page 320 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.