The Genius and Character of Robert Burns: An Essay and Criticism on His Life and Writings, with Quotations from the Best PassagesW. Gowans, 1861 - 222 Seiten |
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... will continue to charm , as long as Nith flows , Criffel is green , and the bonny blue of the sky of Scot- land meets with that in the eyes of her maidens , as they ... William Burnes , " says the simple - minded , tender 6 THE GENIUS AND.
... will continue to charm , as long as Nith flows , Criffel is green , and the bonny blue of the sky of Scot- land meets with that in the eyes of her maidens , as they ... William Burnes , " says the simple - minded , tender 6 THE GENIUS AND.
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... William Burnes . I shall only add that he practised every known duty , and avoided everything that was criminal ; or , in the apostle's words , ' herein did he exercise himself , in living a life void of offence towards God and towards ...
... William Burnes . I shall only add that he practised every known duty , and avoided everything that was criminal ; or , in the apostle's words , ' herein did he exercise himself , in living a life void of offence towards God and towards ...
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... William Burnes was now - so writes Robert to one of his cousins— “ in his own opinion , and indeed in almost everybody's else , in a dying condition , " - far gone in a consumption , as it was called ; but dying , though not sixty , of ...
... William Burnes was now - so writes Robert to one of his cousins— “ in his own opinion , and indeed in almost everybody's else , in a dying condition , " - far gone in a consumption , as it was called ; but dying , though not sixty , of ...
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... William Burnes might have been heard by his son Robert duly every night saying , " Let us worship God . " " There was something peculiarly venerable in the phrase " every time he heard it ; but on " Saturday night " family worship was ...
... William Burnes might have been heard by his son Robert duly every night saying , " Let us worship God . " " There was something peculiarly venerable in the phrase " every time he heard it ; but on " Saturday night " family worship was ...
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Seite 55 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Seite 15 - mang the dewy weet, Wi' speckled breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth : Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form.
Seite 133 - 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 174 - 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 37 - 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 191 - 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 172 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Seite 187 - ... 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.
Seite 113 - I walk out, sit down now and then, look out for objects in nature around me that are in unison or harmony with the cogitations of my fancy, and workings of my bosom; humming every now and then the air, with the verses I have framed. When I feel my muse beginning to jade, I retire to the solitary fireside of my study, and there commit my effusions to paper; swinging at intervals on the hind legs of my elbow chair, by way of calling forth my own critical strictures, as my pen goes on. Seriously, this,...
Seite 35 - Wallace's undaunted heart; Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part, (The patriot's God, peculiarly thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward !) 0 never, never, Scotia's realm desert: But still the patriot, and the patriot bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard !" We said there are few more perfect poems.