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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... better fling your copy of Burns , Cottar's Saturday Night , Mary in Heaven , and all , into the fire . He , the noblest peasant that ever trod the greensward of Scot- land , kept the society of other peasants , whose nature was like his ...
... better fling your copy of Burns , Cottar's Saturday Night , Mary in Heaven , and all , into the fire . He , the noblest peasant that ever trod the greensward of Scot- land , kept the society of other peasants , whose nature was like his ...
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... better nor the worse of his city life ; the same man he was when " the poetic genius of his country found him at the plough and threw her inspiring mantle over him . " And what was he now to do with himself ? Into what occupation for ...
... better nor the worse of his city life ; the same man he was when " the poetic genius of his country found him at the plough and threw her inspiring mantle over him . " And what was he now to do with himself ? Into what occupation for ...
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... better than he did , and far better still his generosity ; and duly night and morning she asked a blessing on his head from Him who had given her such a son . " Between the men of rustic life , " said Burns - so at least it is reported ...
... better than he did , and far better still his generosity ; and duly night and morning she asked a blessing on his head from Him who had given her such a son . " Between the men of rustic life , " said Burns - so at least it is reported ...
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... better kept the fourth commandment . His youth , though soon too impassioned , had been long pure . If he were temperate by necessity and not nature , yet he was so as contentedly as if it had been by choice . He had lived on meal and ...
... better kept the fourth commandment . His youth , though soon too impassioned , had been long pure . If he were temperate by necessity and not nature , yet he was so as contentedly as if it had been by choice . He had lived on meal and ...
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... better . " But aiblins honest Master Heron , Had at the time some dainty fair one , To ware his theologic care on , And holy study ; And tir'd o ' sauls to waste his lear on , E'en tried the body . " Currie says in a note , “ Mr. Heron ...
... better . " But aiblins honest Master Heron , Had at the time some dainty fair one , To ware his theologic care on , And holy study ; And tir'd o ' sauls to waste his lear on , E'en tried the body . " Currie says in a note , “ Mr. Heron ...
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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.