The Genius and Character of BurnsWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 222 páginas |
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... sometimes yield their finest music to the sighs of remorse or repentance . Whatever , therefore , be the faults or defects of the poetry of Burns - and no doubt it has many — it has , beyond all that ever was written , this greatest of ...
... sometimes yield their finest music to the sighs of remorse or repentance . Whatever , therefore , be the faults or defects of the poetry of Burns - and no doubt it has many — it has , beyond all that ever was written , this greatest of ...
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... sometimes keep a sharp look - out on suspicious places ; and though nobody can be more sceptical than I am in such matters , yet it often takes an effort of philosophy to shake off these idle terrors . " We said , that not a boy in ...
... sometimes keep a sharp look - out on suspicious places ; and though nobody can be more sceptical than I am in such matters , yet it often takes an effort of philosophy to shake off these idle terrors . " We said , that not a boy in ...
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... sometimes tasted the " Scotch drink , ” of which he ere long sung the praises ; but even then , his inspi- ration was from " a well - head undefiled . " He was as sober a man as his brother Gilbert himself , who says , " I do not recol ...
... sometimes tasted the " Scotch drink , ” of which he ere long sung the praises ; but even then , his inspi- ration was from " a well - head undefiled . " He was as sober a man as his brother Gilbert himself , who says , " I do not recol ...
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... sometimes even to glory in his shame . But remorse puts on looks , and utters words , that being inter- preted , have far other meanings ; there may be recklessness without obduracy ; and though the keenest anguish of self- reproach be ...
... sometimes even to glory in his shame . But remorse puts on looks , and utters words , that being inter- preted , have far other meanings ; there may be recklessness without obduracy ; and though the keenest anguish of self- reproach be ...
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... sometimes ambitious overmuch , and , though never feeble , becomes bom- bastic , as in his lines on the Fall of Fyers : " And viewless echo's ear astonished rends . " In the " Brigs of Ayr " there is one beautiful , and one magnifi ...
... sometimes ambitious overmuch , and , though never feeble , becomes bom- bastic , as in his lines on the Fall of Fyers : " And viewless echo's ear astonished rends . " In the " Brigs of Ayr " there is one beautiful , and one magnifi ...
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Abd-el-Kader admiration auld bard beautiful believe better bonnie Burns's called character charms Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight Dumfries duty earth Ebenezer Elliot Edinburgh Ellisland evil Excise eyes fancy father fear feeling felt frae gauger genius George Thomson hand happy Hazlitt HEADLONG HALL hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil honor hope hour human humble imagination inspired Jean Josiah Walker knew labor lived look Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel mourn muse nature never noble o'er passion perhaps pity pleasure poems poet poet's poetical poetry poor pounds pride Robert Burns rustic Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish sentiments Shanter sing song soul spirit stanza sugh sweet taste tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought thro tion truth verse virtue walk Whyles wife William Burnes William Hazlitt words
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Página 31 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant...
Página 131 - 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.
Página 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!
Página 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
Página 35 - 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...
Página 33 - O Scotia ! my dear, my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent ! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content ! And, O ! 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.
Página 113 - Lesley As she gaed o'er the border ? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither ! Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, fair Lesley, The hearts o
Página 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.