Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 páginas |
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... mate and fertilize the earth , so woman brought down beauty and love , to warm the heart of man , and make the flowers of bliss bloom along the streams of feeling , as they flow from their spontaneous foun- AS Α POET . 13.
... mate and fertilize the earth , so woman brought down beauty and love , to warm the heart of man , and make the flowers of bliss bloom along the streams of feeling , as they flow from their spontaneous foun- AS Α POET . 13.
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... stream , The moonbeam plays at dewy e'en , So trembling pure , was infant love Within the breast of bonnie Jean . " For in- In this beautiful simile , which Burns has used to de- scribe the first impulse of love in the youthful heart ...
... stream , The moonbeam plays at dewy e'en , So trembling pure , was infant love Within the breast of bonnie Jean . " For in- In this beautiful simile , which Burns has used to de- scribe the first impulse of love in the youthful heart ...
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... streams , the avocations of the peasant , are all rendered dear by some touching incident . The peasant who has once read the ad- dress to the " Daisy , " can never see one again , with- out his heart awakens to sympathy with the fine ...
... streams , the avocations of the peasant , are all rendered dear by some touching incident . The peasant who has once read the ad- dress to the " Daisy , " can never see one again , with- out his heart awakens to sympathy with the fine ...
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... her . His spirit , rapt in the enthusiasm of love , was carried down on the long - lingering stream of sweet memories , through the blissful scenes of their youth . How could a noble heart like his , 44 ROBERT BURNS .
... her . His spirit , rapt in the enthusiasm of love , was carried down on the long - lingering stream of sweet memories , through the blissful scenes of their youth . How could a noble heart like his , 44 ROBERT BURNS .
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... Streams of bliss flowed through his delighted feelings . Beatrice became the muse of his inspiration . She died , and he married another . But his heart ever lingered after the lovely vision of ideal beauty , which he beheld in Beatrice ...
... Streams of bliss flowed through his delighted feelings . Beatrice became the muse of his inspiration . She died , and he married another . But his heart ever lingered after the lovely vision of ideal beauty , which he beheld in Beatrice ...
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acquaintance Allan Ramsay ambition ancient associations awakened beauty bliss bosom breathes Burns's character charms conversation criticism divine Duchess of Gordon Dugald Stewart Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh elements Ellisland embodied English expression exquisite fame fancy father feeling felt flowers frae genius give Glencairn glory Greek happy harp heart highest honor Hudibras human humble humor ideal impression inspiration labors letter literary literature living look manners Mary Campbell material imagery Mauchline mind moral muse nature never night noble o'er O'Shanter objects peasant peculiar Pietro Perugino pleasure poem poet poetic poetry rhyme Robert Burns satire says scene Scotland Scots Scots College Scottish Scottish literature seen sentiments songs soul spirit stream sweet sympathy Tam O'Shanter taste tender thing Thomson thou thought thro tion touch truth tune ture verses whole Whyles woman write written youth
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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