The Life and Land of BurnsJ & H.G. Langley, 1841 - 363 էջ |
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... hour . Never in one instance was it permitted him to grapple with any subject with the full collection of his strength , to fuse and mould it in the concentrated fire of his genius . To try by the strict rules of Art such imperfect ...
... hour . Never in one instance was it permitted him to grapple with any subject with the full collection of his strength , to fuse and mould it in the concentrated fire of his genius . To try by the strict rules of Art such imperfect ...
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... hours , than the bear- ing of a man in the business of life , which is to last three score and ten years . To our minds , there is a taint of this sort , something which we should call theatrical , false , and affected , in every one of ...
... hours , than the bear- ing of a man in the business of life , which is to last three score and ten years . To our minds , there is a taint of this sort , something which we should call theatrical , false , and affected , in every one of ...
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... hour he lives . The mysterious workmanship of man's heart , the true light and the inscrutable darkness of man's destiny , reveal themselves not only in capital cities , and crowded saloons , but in every hut and hamlet where men have ...
... hour he lives . The mysterious workmanship of man's heart , the true light and the inscrutable darkness of man's destiny , reveal themselves not only in capital cities , and crowded saloons , but in every hut and hamlet where men have ...
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... hour of wassail and good cheer . It would be strange , doubtless , to call this the best of Burns's wri- tings we mean to say only , that it seems to us the most perfect of its kind , as a piece of poetical composition , strictly so ...
... hour of wassail and good cheer . It would be strange , doubtless , to call this the best of Burns's wri- tings we mean to say only , that it seems to us the most perfect of its kind , as a piece of poetical composition , strictly so ...
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... hour Will strongly heave my breast ; That I , for poor auld Scotland's sake , Some useful plan or book could make , Or sing a sang at least . The rough bur Thistle spreading wide Amang the bearded bear , I turn'd my weeding - clips ...
... hour Will strongly heave my breast ; That I , for poor auld Scotland's sake , Some useful plan or book could make , Or sing a sang at least . The rough bur Thistle spreading wide Amang the bearded bear , I turn'd my weeding - clips ...
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Էջ 175 - E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy. As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o
Էջ 312 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine. A Man's a Man for a
Էջ 187 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Էջ 221 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Էջ 166 - 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, and 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 in my time.
Էջ 261 - With friendship, peace, and contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep retir'd distress. How many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...
Էջ 73 - In my infant and boyish days, too, I owed much to an old woman who resided in the family, remarkable for her ignorance, credulity, and superstition. She had, I suppose, the largest collection in the country of tales and songs concerning devils, ghosts, fairies, brownies, witches, warlocks, spunkies, kelpies, elf-candles, dead-lights, wraiths, apparitions, cantraips, giants, enchanted towers, dragons, and other trumpery.
Էջ 134 - They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark! Now Tam, O Tam, had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens! Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!
Էջ 23 - 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...
Էջ 45 - ... talents. His features are represented in Mr Nasmyth's picture, but to me it conveys the idea that they are diminished as if seen in perspective. I think his countenance was more massive than it looks in any of the portraits.