The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1857 |
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... streams irrigating a meadow , in many a cheer- ful tide over the drooping flowers and fading verdure of life . Imbued with vivid perceptions , warm feelings , and strong VOL . VII . A w ; passions , he sent his own existence into.
... streams irrigating a meadow , in many a cheer- ful tide over the drooping flowers and fading verdure of life . Imbued with vivid perceptions , warm feelings , and strong VOL . VII . A w ; passions , he sent his own existence into.
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John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. w ; passions , he sent his own existence into that of all things , animate and ... passion in the hearts of other men from which it boiled over in his own . Out of himself , and beyond his own ...
John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. w ; passions , he sent his own existence into that of all things , animate and ... passion in the hearts of other men from which it boiled over in his own . Out of himself , and beyond his own ...
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... passionate bosom . Dear to him the jocund laughter of the reapers on the corn - field , the tears and sighs . which his own strains had won from the children of nature en- joying the mid - day hour of rest beneath the shadow of the ...
... passionate bosom . Dear to him the jocund laughter of the reapers on the corn - field , the tears and sighs . which his own strains had won from the children of nature en- joying the mid - day hour of rest beneath the shadow of the ...
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... passion never grows obsolete ; and at the same passage you hear the child sobbing at the knee of her grandame whose old eyes are somewhat dimmer than usual with a haze that seems almost to be of tears THE GENIUS AND CHARACTER OF BURNS . 5.
... passion never grows obsolete ; and at the same passage you hear the child sobbing at the knee of her grandame whose old eyes are somewhat dimmer than usual with a haze that seems almost to be of tears THE GENIUS AND CHARACTER OF BURNS . 5.
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... Passion , genius , a teaming brain , a palpi- tating heart , and a soul of fire . These , too , were his , and idle would have been her tears , had Pity wept for young Robert Burns . 66 66 Was he not hungry for knowledge from a child ...
... Passion , genius , a teaming brain , a palpi- tating heart , and a soul of fire . These , too , were his , and idle would have been her tears , had Pity wept for young Robert Burns . 66 66 Was he not hungry for knowledge from a child ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1857 |
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1857 |
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside auld ballad bard beautiful believe breast breath Burns's called character charm Christabel clouds Coleridge Colonsay Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight dream Dumfries earth Ellisland evil eyes face fancy father fear feel felt frae gauger genius George Thomson Grasmere hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil honour hope hour human imagination inspired knew labour lady light living look Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel nature never noble o'er once passion perhaps pity poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride racter Robert Burns round Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish seems Shanter Shuffler sing smile song soul spirit strong sweet tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice walk whole wife wild William Burnes wonder words youth
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Էջ 125 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker...
Էջ 339 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Էջ 119 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a
Էջ 137 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Էջ 339 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Էջ 340 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Էջ 308 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow...
Էջ 15 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel 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...
Էջ 336 - Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white. And some in dreams assured were Of. the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
Էջ 32 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise, They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim ; Perhaps ' Dundee's' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive