The Genius and Character of BurnsWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 222 Seiten |
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... felt - felt so poignantly , all the agonies and all the trans- ports of life . He looked around him , and when he saw the smoke of the cottage rising up quietly and unbroken to heaven , he knew , for he had seen and blessed it , the ...
... felt - felt so poignantly , all the agonies and all the trans- ports of life . He looked around him , and when he saw the smoke of the cottage rising up quietly and unbroken to heaven , he knew , for he had seen and blessed it , the ...
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... felt the power Of nature , and already was prepared , By his intense conceptions , to receive Deeply the lesson deep of love , which he Whom nature , by whatever means , has taught To feel intensely , cannot but receive . SUCH WAS THE ...
... felt the power Of nature , and already was prepared , By his intense conceptions , to receive Deeply the lesson deep of love , which he Whom nature , by whatever means , has taught To feel intensely , cannot but receive . SUCH WAS THE ...
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... felt even of the dead . But such sorrow as this the more endeared her husband to her heart - a heart ever faithful - and at times when she needed to practise that hardest of all virtues in a wife - for- giving ; but here all he desired ...
... felt even of the dead . But such sorrow as this the more endeared her husband to her heart - a heart ever faithful - and at times when she needed to practise that hardest of all virtues in a wife - for- giving ; but here all he desired ...
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... felt sang ! " It has been thoughtlessly said that Burns had no very deep love of nature , and that he has shown no very great power as a descriptive poet . The few lines quoted suffice to set aside that assertion ; but it is true that ...
... felt sang ! " It has been thoughtlessly said that Burns had no very deep love of nature , and that he has shown no very great power as a descriptive poet . The few lines quoted suffice to set aside that assertion ; but it is true that ...
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... felt yet , and sadly changed will then be Scotland , if ever it be not felt , by every one who peruses it , to be a communication from brother to brother . It is felt by us , all through from beginning to end , to be BURNS's Cottar's ...
... felt yet , and sadly changed will then be Scotland , if ever it be not felt , by every one who peruses it , to be a communication from brother to brother . It is felt by us , all through from beginning to end , to be BURNS's Cottar's ...
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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.