Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 páginas |
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... song by Burns . “ Adown winding Nith , I did wander , To mark the sweet flowers as they spring ; Adown winding Nith I did wander , Of Phillis to muse and to sing . The daisy amus'd my fond fancy , So artless , so simple , so wild ; Thou ...
... song by Burns . “ Adown winding Nith , I did wander , To mark the sweet flowers as they spring ; Adown winding Nith I did wander , Of Phillis to muse and to sing . The daisy amus'd my fond fancy , So artless , so simple , so wild ; Thou ...
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... song for publication , he says : " I assure you that to my lovely young friend , you are indebted for many of my best songs . Do you think that the sober , gin- horse routine of existence , could inspire a man with life , and love , and ...
... song for publication , he says : " I assure you that to my lovely young friend , you are indebted for many of my best songs . Do you think that the sober , gin- horse routine of existence , could inspire a man with life , and love , and ...
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... song . ) But then there must have been something amidst this general dreari- ness , that tuned the heart of Burns aright , and awak- ened within him a sympathy of pleasure with reality , before the wings of fancy were lent him , to soar ...
... song . ) But then there must have been something amidst this general dreari- ness , that tuned the heart of Burns aright , and awak- ened within him a sympathy of pleasure with reality , before the wings of fancy were lent him , to soar ...
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... song which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son , on one of his father's maids , with whom he was in love ; and I saw no reason why I might not rhyme as well as he ; for excepting that he could smear sheep and cast ...
... song which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son , on one of his father's maids , with whom he was in love ; and I saw no reason why I might not rhyme as well as he ; for excepting that he could smear sheep and cast ...
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... songs of Moore , and he will at once see in these , not sentiment , but sentimentality ; not love as it warms and melts in a pure heart , but the gay gal- lantry of a heart that tries to feel , but cannot . The love of " Moore's ...
... songs of Moore , and he will at once see in these , not sentiment , but sentimentality ; not love as it warms and melts in a pure heart , but the gay gal- lantry of a heart that tries to feel , but cannot . The love of " Moore's ...
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Página 54 - The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy! Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me! The present only toucheth thee: But, och! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an
Página 80 - O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion : What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n devotion ! EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND.
Página 169 - 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.
Página 79 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 79 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.
Página 164 - We know nothing, or next to nothing, of the substance or structure of our souls, so cannot account for those seeming caprices in them that one should be particularly pleased with this thing, or struck with that, which, on minds of a different cast, makes no extraordinary impression. I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
Página 28 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Página 20 - And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Página 70 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Página 20 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, 'Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i