The Genius and Character of BurnsWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 222 էջ |
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... verse by verse , carefully noticing the true tender or sublime from affectation or fustian ; and I am convinced I owe to this practice most of my critic - craft , such as it is . " a So much for book - knowledge ; but what of the kind ...
... verse by verse , carefully noticing the true tender or sublime from affectation or fustian ; and I am convinced I owe to this practice most of my critic - craft , such as it is . " a So much for book - knowledge ; but what of the kind ...
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... verses like printed ones , composed by men who had Greek and Latin ; but my girl sang a song which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son , on one of his father's maids with whom he was in love ; and I saw no reason why ...
... verses like printed ones , composed by men who had Greek and Latin ; but my girl sang a song which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son , on one of his father's maids with whom he was in love ; and I saw no reason why ...
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... verses so full of force and fire , that of themselves they privilege him to declare himself a Poet after Scotland's own heart . Not even in " The Vision " does he kindle into brighter transports , when foreseeing his fame , and ...
... verses so full of force and fire , that of themselves they privilege him to declare himself a Poet after Scotland's own heart . Not even in " The Vision " does he kindle into brighter transports , when foreseeing his fame , and ...
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... verse he had for years given vent to all his moods ; and his brother tells us that the LAMENT was composed " after the first distraction of his feelings had a little subsided . ' Had he lost her by death he would have been dumb , but ...
... verse he had for years given vent to all his moods ; and his brother tells us that the LAMENT was composed " after the first distraction of his feelings had a little subsided . ' Had he lost her by death he would have been dumb , but ...
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... verses , which are clear in our heart , but indistinct in our memory , and therefore we cannot adorn our pages with their beauty . The truth is , that Burns , though when his heart burned within him , one of the most eloquent of men ...
... verses , which are clear in our heart , but indistinct in our memory , and therefore we cannot adorn our pages with their beauty . The truth is , that Burns , though when his heart burned within him , one of the most eloquent of men ...
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Էջ 16 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Էջ 124 - Then let us pray that come it may — As come it will for a...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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
Էջ 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.