Life of Robert Burns

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W. Scott, 1888 - 183 páginas
 

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Página 171 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; 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 ;...
Página 164 - A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a
Página 116 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain...
Página 171 - BARD'S EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a Bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly this area throng, O, pass not by ! But, with a frater-feeling strong, Here, heave a sigh. Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the...
Página 140 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Página 87 - Burns's manner, was the effect produced upon him by a print of Bunbury's, representing a soldier lying dead on the snow, his dog sitting in misery on one side, — on the other, his widow, with a child in her arms.
Página 88 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large and of a dark cast, which glowed, I say literally glowed, when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Página 124 - Groat's ; If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it : A chield's amang you taking notes, And, faith, he'll prent it.
Página 176 - A conscience but a canker — A correspondence fix'd wi' Heav'n Is sure a noble anchor ! Adieu, dear amiable youth ! Your heart can ne'er be wanting : May prudence, fortitude, and truth Erect your brow undaunting ! In ploughman phrase, ' God send you speed,' Still daily to grow wiser ; And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did th' adviser ! ON A SCOTCH BARD, GONE TO THE WEST INDIES.
Página 45 - Yet I am here a chosen sample, To show thy grace is great and ample; I'm here a pillar in thy temple, Strong as a rock, A guide, a buckler, an example To a

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