The Genius, and Character of BurnsA. Hart, late Carey & Hart, 1854 - 222 Seiten |
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... young and old , whether sitting at gloaming by the ingle - side , or on the stone seat in the open air , as the sun is going down , or walking among the summer mists on the mountain , or the blinding winter snows . In the life of the ...
... young and old , whether sitting at gloaming by the ingle - side , or on the stone seat in the open air , as the sun is going down , or walking among the summer mists on the mountain , or the blinding winter snows . In the life of the ...
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... young scholar whom William Burnes and four or five neighbors engaged to supply the place of the school- master , who had been removed to another situation , lodging him ̧ as is still the custom in some country places , by turns in their ...
... young scholar whom William Burnes and four or five neighbors engaged to supply the place of the school- master , who had been removed to another situation , lodging him ̧ as is still the custom in some country places , by turns in their ...
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... young ideas such a turn that I used to strut in raptures up and down after the recruiting drum and bagpipe , and wished myself tall enough to be a soldier ; while the story of Wallace poured a tide of Scottish prejudice into my veins ...
... young ideas such a turn that I used to strut in raptures up and down after the recruiting drum and bagpipe , and wished myself tall enough to be a soldier ; while the story of Wallace poured a tide of Scottish prejudice into my veins ...
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... young Robert Burns . Was he not hungry for knowledge from a child ? During these very years he was devouring it ; and soon the dawn grew day . " My father , " says Gilbert , " was for some time the only companion we had . He conversed ...
... young Robert Burns . Was he not hungry for knowledge from a child ? During these very years he was devouring it ; and soon the dawn grew day . " My father , " says Gilbert , " was for some time the only companion we had . He conversed ...
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... young poet's heart ; nor is there so sweet and sad a passage re- corded in the life of any other one of all the sons of song . Many such partings there have been between us poor beings- blind at all times , and often blindest in our ...
... young poet's heart ; nor is there so sweet and sad a passage re- corded in the life of any other one of all the sons of song . Many such partings there have been between us poor beings- blind at all times , and often blindest in our ...
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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.