The Genius and Character of BurnsWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 222 Seiten |
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... true popularity . Thus interpreted , the word sounds well , and recovers its ancient meaning . The land " made blithe with plough and harrow , " — the broomy or the heathery braes - the holms by the river's side -the forest where the ...
... true popularity . Thus interpreted , the word sounds well , and recovers its ancient meaning . The land " made blithe with plough and harrow , " — the broomy or the heathery braes - the holms by the river's side -the forest where the ...
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... True , " as Gilbert tells us , " I doubt not but the hard labor and sorrow of this period of his life was in a great measure the cause of that depression of spirits with which Robert was ' so often afflicted through his whole life ...
... True , " as Gilbert tells us , " I doubt not but the hard labor and sorrow of this period of his life was in a great measure the cause of that depression of spirits with which Robert was ' so often afflicted through his whole life ...
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... true tender or sublime from affectation or fustian ; and I am convinced I owe to this practice most of my critic - craft , such as it is . " a So much for book - knowledge ; but what of the kind that is born within every boy's own bosom ...
... true tender or sublime from affectation or fustian ; and I am convinced I owe to this practice most of my critic - craft , such as it is . " a So much for book - knowledge ; but what of the kind that is born within every boy's own bosom ...
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... True he says , " I hanker and canker to see their cursed pride ; " but he immediately bursts out into a strain that gives the lie to his own words : " What tho ' , like commoners of air , We wander out , we know not where , But either ...
... True he says , " I hanker and canker to see their cursed pride ; " but he immediately bursts out into a strain that gives the lie to his own words : " What tho ' , like commoners of air , We wander out , we know not where , But either ...
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... true that his love of nature was always linked with some vehement passion or some sweet affection for living creatures , and that it was for the sake of the humanity she cherishes in her bosom , that she was dear to him as his own life ...
... true that his love of nature was always linked with some vehement passion or some sweet affection for living creatures , and that it was for the sake of the humanity she cherishes in her bosom , that she was dear to him as his own life ...
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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.