The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1857 |
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... true popularity . Thus interpreted , the word sounds well , and recovers its ancient meaning . The land " made blithe with plough and harrow , " — the broomy or the heathery braes - the holms by the river's side - the forest where the ...
... true popularity . Thus interpreted , the word sounds well , and recovers its ancient meaning . The land " made blithe with plough and harrow , " — the broomy or the heathery braes - the holms by the river's side - the forest where the ...
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... True , " as Gilbert tells us , " I doubt not but the hard labour and sorrow of this period of his life was in a great measure the cause of that depression of spirits with which Robert was so often afflicted through his whole life ...
... True , " as Gilbert tells us , " I doubt not but the hard labour and sorrow of this period of his life was in a great measure the cause of that depression of spirits with which Robert was so often afflicted through his whole life ...
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... 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 . " So much for book - knowledge ; but what of the kind that is born within every boy's own bosom ...
... 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 . " So much for book - knowledge ; but what of the kind that is born within every boy's own bosom ...
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... True , he says , " I hanker and canker to see their cursed pride ; " but he immediately bursts out into a strain that gives the lie to his own words : - " What though , like commoners of air , We wander out we know not where , But ...
... True , he says , " I hanker and canker to see their cursed pride ; " but he immediately bursts out into a strain that gives the lie to his own words : - " What though , like commoners of air , We wander out we know not where , But ...
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... true that his love of nature was always linked with some vehement passion , or some sweet affection for living creatures , and that it was for the sake of the humanity she cherishes in her bosom , that she was dear to him as his own ...
... true that his love of nature was always linked with some vehement passion , or some sweet affection for living creatures , and that it was for the sake of the humanity she cherishes in her bosom , that she was dear to him as his own ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1857 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1865 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1857 |
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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