The works of professor Wilson, ed. by prof. Ferrier, 第 3 巻1855 |
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... sure as wee Jamie's mine ain , are you auld Bronte's son . You've gotten the verra same identical shake o ' the paw - the verra same identical wag o ' the tail . ( See , as Burns says , hoo it " hangs ower his VOL . III . B 18 O ...
... sure as wee Jamie's mine ain , are you auld Bronte's son . You've gotten the verra same identical shake o ' the paw - the verra same identical wag o ' the tail . ( See , as Burns says , hoo it " hangs ower his VOL . III . B 18 O ...
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... sure aneuch I wadna , for anither year , in that case , insure the life o ' the Solar System .- ( Rising up . ) - Whare's a ' the bees ? North . The hive is almost exterminated . You and Tickler have slain your dozens and your tens of ...
... sure aneuch I wadna , for anither year , in that case , insure the life o ' the Solar System .- ( Rising up . ) - Whare's a ' the bees ? North . The hive is almost exterminated . You and Tickler have slain your dozens and your tens of ...
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... Sure such a pair were never seen , Ha ! O'Bronte ? So aptly form'd to meet by nature ! ” [ O'BRONTE enters the Arbour , still under the influence of opium . What is your opinion of these faces ? O'Bronte . Bow - wow - wow - wow - Bow ...
... Sure such a pair were never seen , Ha ! O'Bronte ? So aptly form'd to meet by nature ! ” [ O'BRONTE enters the Arbour , still under the influence of opium . What is your opinion of these faces ? O'Bronte . Bow - wow - wow - wow - Bow ...
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... sure if the bridge of your nose as it now stands be not an improvement . Shepherd . Weel , weel , let's say nae mair about it . That's richt , Mr Tickler , to hang your silk handkerchy ower your face , like a nun takin the veil . Whare ...
... sure if the bridge of your nose as it now stands be not an improvement . Shepherd . Weel , weel , let's say nae mair about it . That's richt , Mr Tickler , to hang your silk handkerchy ower your face , like a nun takin the veil . Whare ...
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... sure's geyan stany - perfeckly mountawneous a'thegither -but there , sir , you hear the lowin o ' cattle on a thousan ' hills - and the river - fed glens ( naturally puir indeed ! ) arena they rich wi ' the noblest o ' a ' craps ...
... sure's geyan stany - perfeckly mountawneous a'thegither -but there , sir , you hear the lowin o ' cattle on a thousan ' hills - and the river - fed glens ( naturally puir indeed ! ) arena they rich wi ' the noblest o ' a ' craps ...
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43 ページ - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
226 ページ - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
246 ページ - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found : O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare — One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that...
246 ページ - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
356 ページ - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
52 ページ - Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied, for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant* sung; Silence was pleased: now...
264 ページ - Doomed for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away.
296 ページ - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
51 ページ - Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore, Give me TO SEE, — and Ajax asks no more.
104 ページ - ... that I scarce see what passes under my nose, and hear nothing that is said about me. To follow poetry as one ought, one must forget father and mother, and cleave to it alone.