The Genius, and Character of BurnsA. Hart, late Carey & Hart, 1854 - 222 Seiten |
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... eye of day as it shines over our Scottish hills ? This is 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 ...
... eye of day as it shines over our Scottish hills ? This is 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 ...
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... eyes are somewhat dimmer than usual with a haze that seems almost to be of tears . Therefore , the poetry of Burns will continue to charm , as long as Nith flows , Criffel is green , and the bonny blue of the sky of Scot- land meets ...
... eyes are somewhat dimmer than usual with a haze that seems almost to be of tears . Therefore , the poetry of Burns will continue to charm , as long as Nith flows , Criffel is green , and the bonny blue of the sky of Scot- land meets ...
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... eyes ; nevertheless assuredly , though they knew it not , they were the happiest boys " the evening sun went down upon . " " True , " as Gilbert tells us , " I doubt not but the hard labor and sorrow of this period of his life was in a ...
... eyes ; nevertheless assuredly , though they knew it not , they were the happiest boys " the evening sun went down upon . " " True , " as Gilbert tells us , " I doubt not but the hard labor and sorrow of this period of his life was in a ...
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... eyes , far beyond that of the rarest , till a tear as of pity might fall down manly cheeks on the dew - drop nature gathers on its " snawie bosom , sunward spread ! " " Wee , modest , crimson - tipped flower , Thou's met me in an evil ...
... eyes , far beyond that of the rarest , till a tear as of pity might fall down manly cheeks on the dew - drop nature gathers on its " snawie bosom , sunward spread ! " " Wee , modest , crimson - tipped flower , Thou's met me in an evil ...
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... eyes that are upon him ; and he is still a dutiful son - certainly not a prodigal . " During the whole of the time we lived at Lochlea with my father , he allowed my brother and me such wages for our labor as he gave to other laborers ...
... eyes that are upon him ; and he is still a dutiful son - certainly not a prodigal . " During the whole of the time we lived at Lochlea with my father , he allowed my brother and me such wages for our labor as he gave to other laborers ...
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50 Cents Anne Boleyn auld bard beautiful believe better bonnie Burns's called character charms Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight Dumfries duty earth Edinburgh Ellisland Excise eyes fear feeling felt frae gauger genius George Thomson glorious hand happy hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil hope hour human humble imagination inspired Jean Josiah Walker knew labor live look Lord Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel mourn muse nature never noble o'er passion pity pleasure poems poet poet's poetical poetry poor Price 50 Cents pride proud racter Robert Burns rustic Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish sentiments Shanter sing song soul spirit stanza story sugh sweet taste tears tells tender thee Thomson thou thought thro tion truth verse virtue volume walk Waverley Novels Whyles wife William Burnes words writes
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Seite 67 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Seite 124 - Then let us pray that come it may — As come it will for a...
Seite 144 - Let him follow me! By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! •Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die...
Seite 34 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
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 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 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.
Seite 33 - And, oh ! 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 128 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me !" LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.