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1792—Burns present admirers afterwards Allan Cunningham anecdote auld Bank Street bard bard's beauty became belonged to Burns.—Mr Bonnie Jean brother Brow burgh Burns's Captain charming Chloris close Closeburn Craigenputtock Criffel daughter death Deborah Davies Dumfries Dumfries and Galloway Dumfries Burghs Dumfriesshire Dunbar Edinburgh Ellisland Excise fair fame farm favourite Fintry Friar's Carse gauger genius gentlemen glass Globe Tavern Gracie heart Highland honour Jacobite Jean Armour Jessie John Syme Kirkpatricks Kirsty ladies late letter Lewars literary lyric mansion mausoleum Maxwell Michael's minister Miss muse neighbouring never Nicholson night Nith Nithsdale occasion parish parlour at Ellisland.—Mr poems poet poet's poetic Polly Stewart Provost residence Riddel Robert Burns Robert Chambers says Scotland seen Solway song tenant thou toast town verse wee thing whilst wife William window wine Woodley Park written young young Jessie
Strona 43 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Strona 31 - Their tinsel show, and a' that : The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that : For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Strona 33 - Your better art o' hidin'. Think, when your Castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop ! What ragings must his veins convulse, That still eternal gallop ! Wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail, Right on ye scud your sea-way; But in the teeth o' baith to sail, It maks an unco lee-way.
Strona 60 - AFTER all my boasted independence, curst Necessity -compels me to implore you for five pounds. A cruel scoundrel of a Haberdasher, to whom I owe an account, taking it into his head that I am dying, has commenced a process, and will infallibly put me into jail. Do, for God's sake, send me that sum, and that by return of post. Forgive me this earnestness; but the horrors of a jail have made me half distracted. I do not ask all this gratuitously; for upon returning health, I hereby promise and engage...
Strona 55 - I have lately drunk deep of the cup of affliction. The autumn robbed me of my only daughter and darling child, and' that at a distance, too, and so rapidly, as to put it out of my power to pay the last duties to her. I had scarcely begun to recover from that shock, when I became myself the victim of a most severe rheumatic fever, and long the die spun doubtful ; until, after many weeks of a sick-bed, it seems to have turned up life, and I am beginning to crawl across my room, and once indeed have...
Strona 71 - I mourned with thousands, but as one More deeply grieved, for He was gone Whose light I hailed when first it shone, And showed my youth How Verse may build a princely throne On humble truth.
Strona 57 - I was struck," says this lady (in a confidential letter to a friend written soon after), " with his appearance on entering the room. The stamp of death was imprinted on his features. He seemed already touching the brink of eternity. His first salutation was, ' Well, madam, have you any commands for the other world!
Strona 19 - A' plump and strapping in their teens! Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!
Strona 56 - You are a good, worthy, honest fellow, and have a good right to live in this world — because you deserve it. Many a merry meeting this publication has given us, and possibly it may give us more, though, alas ! I fear it. This protracting, slow, consuming illness which hangs over me will, I doubt much, my ever dear friend, arrest my sun before he has well reached his middle career, and will turn over the poet to far more important concerns than studying the brilliancy of wit or the pathos of sentiment...
Strona 36 - Lewars arrived shortly afterwards with his dragoons ; and Burns, putting himself at their head, waded, sword in hand, to the brig, and was the first to board her. The crew lost heart, and submitted, though their numbers were greater than those of the assailing force. The vessel was condemned, and, with all her arms and stores, sold by auction next day at Dumfries : upon which occasion Burns, whose behaviour had been highly commended, thought fit to purchase four carronades, by way of trophy.