The Genius and Character of BurnsWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 222 Seiten |
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... death of martyrs , who sustained With will inflexible , those fearful pangs Triumphantly displayed in records left Of persecution , and the covenant , times Whose echo rings through Scotland to this hour ; And there , by lucky hap , had ...
... death of martyrs , who sustained With will inflexible , those fearful pangs Triumphantly displayed in records left Of persecution , and the covenant , times Whose echo rings through Scotland to this hour ; And there , by lucky hap , had ...
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... death - that to him was the day on which she died . He did not keep it as a day of mourning - for he was happy in as good a wife as ever man had , and cheerfully went about the work of his farm . But towards the darkening " he appeared ...
... death - that to him was the day on which she died . He did not keep it as a day of mourning - for he was happy in as good a wife as ever man had , and cheerfully went about the work of his farm . But towards the darkening " he appeared ...
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... death At every chaup . " Nae mercy , then , for airn or steel ; The brawnie , bainie , ploughman cheel , Brings hand owrehip , wi ' sturdy wheel , The strong forehammer , Till block an ' studdie ring an ' reel Wi ' dinsome clamor . " On ...
... death At every chaup . " Nae mercy , then , for airn or steel ; The brawnie , bainie , ploughman cheel , Brings hand owrehip , wi ' sturdy wheel , The strong forehammer , Till block an ' studdie ring an ' reel Wi ' dinsome clamor . " On ...
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... us that the LAMENT was composed " after the first distraction of his feelings had a little subsided . ' Had he lost her by death he would have been dumb , but his " " grief was not mortal , and it grew eloquent , 38 THE GENIUS AND.
... us that the LAMENT was composed " after the first distraction of his feelings had a little subsided . ' Had he lost her by death he would have been dumb , but his " " grief was not mortal , and it grew eloquent , 38 THE GENIUS AND.
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... death by being suffocated with smoke . You will be pleased to hear that I have laid aside idle éclat , and bind every day after my reap- ers . " Pity ' twas that there had not been a comfortable house ready furnished for Mrs. Burns to ...
... death by being suffocated with smoke . You will be pleased to hear that I have laid aside idle éclat , and bind every day after my reap- ers . " Pity ' twas that there had not been a comfortable house ready furnished for Mrs. Burns to ...
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Abd-el-Kader admiration auld bard beautiful believe better bonnie Burns's called character charms Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight Dumfries duty earth Ebenezer Elliot Edinburgh Ellisland evil Excise eyes fancy father fear feeling felt frae gauger genius George Thomson hand happy Hazlitt HEADLONG HALL hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil honor hope hour human humble imagination inspired Jean Josiah Walker knew labor lived look Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel mourn muse nature never noble o'er passion perhaps pity pleasure poems poet poet's poetical poetry poor pounds pride Robert Burns rustic Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish sentiments Shanter sing song soul spirit stanza sugh sweet taste tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought thro tion truth verse virtue walk Whyles wife William Burnes William Hazlitt words
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Seite 16 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Seite 124 - Then let us pray that come it may — As come it will for a...
Seite 31 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant...
Seite 131 - Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return Sicilian Muse, And call the Vales, and bid them hither cast Their Bells, and Flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart Star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 172 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Seite 189 - That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a
Seite 35 - Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's...
Seite 33 - O Scotia ! my dear, my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent ! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content ! And, O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Seite 113 - Lesley As she gaed o'er the border ? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither ! Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, fair Lesley, The hearts o
Seite 185 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.