A Pilgrimage to the Land of Burns: Containing Anecdotes of the Bard, and of the Characters He Immortalized, with Numerous Pieces of Poetry, Original and Collectedauthor, 1822 - 271 páginas |
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A Pilgrimage to the Land of Burns: Containing Anecdotes of the Bard, and of ... Hew Ainslie,Robert Burns Vista de fragmentos - 1822 |
A Pilgrimage to the Land of Burns; Containing Anecdotes of the Bard, and of ... Hew] 1792-1878 [Ainslie Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
afore Ainslie ALLOWAY KIRK amang auld baith Bard Beltan betwixt Bonny Doon boys braes breast canna canty Carrick Carrick hill cauld cheek Coila's cottage cou'd Dalserf Doon e'en earth Edie Edie's fair feelings flower frae frien gane gaun gif ye Girvan green gude hame hand hath heart heaven ither Jingler Jock John kintra Kirk lads Lady Land of Burns lass lassie leuk Linker look mair Mauchline maun merry mony morning nane ne'er night o'er owre pilgrims pleasant Robert Burns sang seat seemed seen side siller singing song sou'd soul spirit stoup Strathaven sweet Syne ta'en thae thee There's thing thou thro Tibby tree unca village warl weel whan whar Whare wood word wou'd ye hae Ye'll ye're young
Pasajes populares
Página 168 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Página 131 - Her moors red-brown wi' heather bells, Her banks an' braes, her dens an' dells, Where glorious Wallace Aft bure the gree, as story tells, Frae Southron billies. At Wallace' name, what Scottish blood But boils up in a spring-tide flood ! Oft have our fearless fathers strode By Wallace' side, Still pressing onward, red-wat shod, Or glorious died.
Página 167 - Where the hunter of deer and the warrior trode, To his hills that encircle the sea. Yet wandering, I found on my ruinous walk, By the dial-stone aged and green...
Página 208 - When the night's been dark and drear ; But it's better far to lie, wi' our storm locks dry, In the bosom o' her that is dear. "Gi'e her sail, gi'e her sail, till she buries her wale, Gi'e her sail, boys, while it may sit ; She has roar'd thro' a heavier sea afore, An' she'll roar thro
Página 34 - E'en the brutes they look social, As gif they would crack ; And the sang o' the birds Seems to welcome me back. Oh, dear to our hearts Is the hand that first fed us, And dear is the land And the cottage that bred us. And dear are the comrades With whom we once sported, And dearer the maiden Whose love we first courted.
Página 207 - Wi' his merry men sae brave ; Their hearts are o' the steel, an' a better keel Ne'er bowl'd owre the back o' a wave. It's no when the loch lies dead in its trough, When naething disturbs it ava, But the rack an' the ride o' the restless tide, An' the splash o
Página 83 - It's a' to buy ye pearlins bright, An' to busk ye like a leddy." "O Willy, I can caird an' spin, Sae ne'er can want for cleedin'; An' gin I hae my Willy's heart, I hae a
Página 174 - I left kith an' kin, Sir Knight, To turn about and rue ? Hae I shar'd win' an' weet wi' thee, That I should leave thee noo ? " There's gowd an' siller in this han' Will buy us mony a rigg ; There's pearlings in this other han