Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 páginas |
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... of Congress , in the year 1848 , by BAKER & SCRIBNER , In the Clerk's Office for the Southern District of New York . THOMAS B. SMITH , STEREOTYPER , 216 WILLIAM STREET , N. Y.な 62 PREFACE . THERE is a spirit of romance in the.
... of Congress , in the year 1848 , by BAKER & SCRIBNER , In the Clerk's Office for the Southern District of New York . THOMAS B. SMITH , STEREOTYPER , 216 WILLIAM STREET , N. Y.な 62 PREFACE . THERE is a spirit of romance in the.
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... spirit which writes novels ; and it is this spirit which reads them . And novel - reading is the literary bane of this age . It renders the mind superficial , and far worse , it renders the heart superficial . The representations of ...
... spirit which writes novels ; and it is this spirit which reads them . And novel - reading is the literary bane of this age . It renders the mind superficial , and far worse , it renders the heart superficial . The representations of ...
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... spirit , that so long a time , Had from her presence felt no shudd'ring dread , Albeit , mine eyes discern'd her not , there mov'd A hidden virtue from her , at whose touch The power of ancient love was strong within me . " Thomson has ...
... spirit , that so long a time , Had from her presence felt no shudd'ring dread , Albeit , mine eyes discern'd her not , there mov'd A hidden virtue from her , at whose touch The power of ancient love was strong within me . " Thomson has ...
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... spirit , that constitutes the beauty of material objects . It is the sentiment expressed by them with which we sympathize . For spirit can sympathize only with spirit . To a thing that ex- presses nothing , the heart must of necessity ...
... spirit , that constitutes the beauty of material objects . It is the sentiment expressed by them with which we sympathize . For spirit can sympathize only with spirit . To a thing that ex- presses nothing , the heart must of necessity ...
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... these difficulties . The self - conscious spirit , de- veloping and strengthening in the movements of its own irrepressible impulses , rises above the obscurity of its earthly condition , and , catching a strain 34 ROBERT BURNS .
... these difficulties . The self - conscious spirit , de- veloping and strengthening in the movements of its own irrepressible impulses , rises above the obscurity of its earthly condition , and , catching a strain 34 ROBERT BURNS .
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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