Letters, Volums 1-2J. Sharpe, 1819 |
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Pàgina 27
... Edinburgh , 27th Dec. 1786 . I CONFESS I have sinned the sin for which there is hardly any forgiveness — ingratitude to friendship -in not writing you sooner ; but of all men • Old bachelors . † Enclosed was the ballad , probably Holy ...
... Edinburgh , 27th Dec. 1786 . I CONFESS I have sinned the sin for which there is hardly any forgiveness — ingratitude to friendship -in not writing you sooner ; but of all men • Old bachelors . † Enclosed was the ballad , probably Holy ...
Pàgina 28
... Edinburgh , " Fair B **** , " is the heavenly Miss Burnet , daughter to Lord Monboddo , at whose house I have had the honour to be more than once . There has not been any thing nearly like her , in all the combinations of beauty , grace ...
... Edinburgh , " Fair B **** , " is the heavenly Miss Burnet , daughter to Lord Monboddo , at whose house I have had the honour to be more than once . There has not been any thing nearly like her , in all the combinations of beauty , grace ...
Pàgina 29
... . MADAM , XI . TO MRS . DUNLOP . Edinburgh , 15th January , 1787 . YOURS of the 9th current , which I am this moment honoured with , is a deep reproach to me for un- but grateful neglect . I will tell you the real BURNS'S LETTERS . 29.
... . MADAM , XI . TO MRS . DUNLOP . Edinburgh , 15th January , 1787 . YOURS of the 9th current , which I am this moment honoured with , is a deep reproach to me for un- but grateful neglect . I will tell you the real BURNS'S LETTERS . 29.
Pàgina 34
... Edinburgh , 5th February , 1787 . REVEREND AND DEAR SIR , WHEN I look at the date of your kind letter , my heart reproaches me severely with ingratitude in neglecting so long to answer it . I will not trouble you with any account , by ...
... Edinburgh , 5th February , 1787 . REVEREND AND DEAR SIR , WHEN I look at the date of your kind letter , my heart reproaches me severely with ingratitude in neglecting so long to answer it . I will not trouble you with any account , by ...
Pàgina 35
... Edinburgh , any thing to the account ; and I trust I shall take every atom of it back to my shades , the coverts of my unnoticed , early years . In Dr. Blacklock , whom I see very often , I have found , what I would have expected in our ...
... Edinburgh , any thing to the account ; and I trust I shall take every atom of it back to my shades , the coverts of my unnoticed , early years . In Dr. Blacklock , whom I see very often , I have found , what I would have expected in our ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
acquaintance Æneid Allan Allan Ramsay auld Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful bonnie called character charming Coila compliments composed copy CUNNINGHAM dare dear madam dear sir Dumfries DUNLOP earl of Glencairn Edinburgh Ellisland enclosed fancy father favour favourite feelings Fintry follies fortune friendship genius gentleman give glorious hand happy heart Heaven honest hope House of Stuart human humble idea Jenny Geddes justice kind lady late letter look lord Mauchline meet merit mind miserable Miss muse native never night noble o'er opinion perhaps pleased pleasure poem poet poetic poetry poor present pretty pride reason rhyme Rob Morris ROBERT BURNS Robert Fergusson Scotland Scots Scottish sentiment Shanter soul stanzas Tarbolton taste tell thee thing THOMSON thou thought tion tune verses wish worth wretch write
Passatges populars
Pàgina 110 - Bagdat, in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and passing from one thought to another, Surely, said I, man is but a shadow and life a dream.
Pàgina 44 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Pàgina 4 - They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. 17 For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.
Pàgina 133 - AFTER all my boasted independence, curst necessity compels me to implore you for five pounds. A cruel ***** 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. Ido I do not ask all this gratuitously; for, upon returning health, I hereby promise and engage...
Pàgina 58 - In short, she, altogether unwittingly to herself, initiated me in that delicious passion, which, in spite of acid disappointment, gin-horse prudence, and book-worm philosophy, I hold to be the first of human joys, our dearest blessing here below...
Pàgina 110 - Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the jEolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities : a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or woe beyond death and the grave.
Pàgina 110 - We know nothing, or next to nothing, of the substance or structure of our souls, so cannot account for those seeming caprices in them that one should be particularly pleased with this thing, or struck with that, which, on minds of a different cast, makes no extraordinary impression. I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
Pàgina 69 - I 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 elbowchair, by way of calling forth my own critical strictures, as my pen goes on. Seriously, this, at home, is almost invariably my way.
Pàgina 69 - ... at my heels. * I had taken the last farewell of my few friends, my chest was on the road to Greenock; I had composed the last song I should ever measure in Caledonia. The gloomy night is gathering fast — when a letter from Dr.
Pàgina 55 - In my infant and boyish days, too, I owed much to an old woman who resided in the family, remarkable for her ignorance, credulity, and superstition. She had, I suppose, the largest collection in the country of tales and songs concerning devils, ghosts, fairies, brownies, witches, warlocks, spunkies, kelpies, elf-candles, dead-lights, wraiths, apparitions, cantraips, giants, enchanted towers, dragons, and other trumpery.