The correspondence between Burns and Clarinda, with a memoir of mrs M'Lehose (Clarinda) ed. by W.C. M'LehoseW. Tait, 1843 - 297 pages |
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acquaintance Adieu admiration Ae fond kiss Ainslie Allan Cunningham Almighty attachment believe bless bliss bosom Burns charming CLARINDA TO SYLVANDER correspondence dare dear Clarinda dearest Clarinda dearest Madam death delight Edinburgh enjoyment esteem eyes fancy Farewell father favourite fear feel fond forgive frae Friday friendship give Glasgow happy hear heart Heaven honour hope hour HUGO REID hurt husband idea Jamaica January JOHN HILL BURTON kind lady last night Lehose LETTER lines live Lord Craig Lord Dreghorn M'Lehose M'Lehose's Mauchline meet ment merit mind Miss Nimmo Monody morning nature never o'er pain passion peace perhaps pity pleasure poet possessed recollection religion relish rinda ROBERT BURNS sacred scrawl sensibility sentiments song soon soul sure SYLVANDER TO CLARINDA tell tender thee things thou thought tion to-day to-morrow to-night verses wife wish woman worthy write wrote
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Page 139 - Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe, Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear, Or from the soft-eyed virgin steal a tear ! But he who hurts a harmless...
Page 273 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me.
Page 210 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Page 254 - Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Page 221 - Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the...
Page 209 - Each hour a mercenary crowd With richest proffers strove ; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, But never talk'd of love. " In humble, simplest habit clad, No wealth nor power had he ; Wisdom and worth were all he had, But these were all to me.
Page 273 - Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never...
Page 295 - Talk not of Love, it gives me pain, For Love has been my foe: He bound me with an iron chain, And sunk me deep in woe. But Friendship's pure and lasting joys My heart was form'd to prove: There, welcome, win and wear the prize, But never talk of Love.
Page 203 - tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Page 273 - Fare-thee-weel ! thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee ; Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.