The Genius and Character of BurnsWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 222 sidor |
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... pride the reflection of the character and condition of their own order . That pride is one of the best natural props of poverty ; for , supported by it , the poor envy not the rich . They exult to know and to feel that they have had ...
... pride the reflection of the character and condition of their own order . That pride is one of the best natural props of poverty ; for , supported by it , the poor envy not the rich . They exult to know and to feel that they have had ...
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... pride the big Ha - Bible , " is indeed well - stricken in years , but he is not an old man , for " The expectant wee things toddlin ' , stacher through To meet their dad wi ' flichterin ' noise and glee ; His wee bit ingle , blinking ...
... pride the big Ha - Bible , " is indeed well - stricken in years , but he is not an old man , for " The expectant wee things toddlin ' , stacher through To meet their dad wi ' flichterin ' noise and glee ; His wee bit ingle , blinking ...
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... pride , acknowledge my connection with those who were allied , by the ties of blood and friendship , to a man whose memory I will ever honor and revere . ' And now the family remove to Mossgiel , " A virtuous household but exceeding ...
... pride , acknowledge my connection with those who were allied , by the ties of blood and friendship , to a man whose memory I will ever honor and revere . ' And now the family remove to Mossgiel , " A virtuous household but exceeding ...
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... pride ; " but he immediately bursts out into a strain that gives the lie to his own words : " What tho ' , like commoners of air , We wander out , we know not where , But either house or hall ? Yet nature's charms , the hills and woods ...
... pride ; " but he immediately bursts out into a strain that gives the lie to his own words : " What tho ' , like commoners of air , We wander out , we know not where , But either house or hall ? Yet nature's charms , the hills and woods ...
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... pride ! This monie a year I've stood the flood an ' tide ; And tho ' wi ' crazy eild I'm sair forfairn , I'll be a Brig , when ye're as hapeless cairn ! As yet ye little ken about the matter , But twa - three winters will inform you ...
... pride ! This monie a year I've stood the flood an ' tide ; And tho ' wi ' crazy eild I'm sair forfairn , I'll be a Brig , when ye're as hapeless cairn ! As yet ye little ken about the matter , But twa - three winters will inform you ...
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Abd-el-Kader admiration auld bard beautiful believe better bonnie Burns's called character charms Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight Dumfries duty earth Ebenezer Elliot Edinburgh Ellisland evil Excise eyes fancy father fear feeling felt frae gauger genius George Thomson hand happy Hazlitt HEADLONG HALL hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil honor hope hour human humble imagination inspired Jean Josiah Walker knew labor lived look Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel mourn muse nature never noble o'er passion perhaps pity pleasure poems poet poet's poetical poetry poor pounds pride Robert Burns rustic Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish sentiments Shanter sing song soul spirit stanza sugh sweet taste tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought thro tion truth verse virtue walk Whyles wife William Burnes William Hazlitt words
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Sida 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?
Sida 124 - Then let us pray that come it may — As come it will for a...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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!
Sida 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
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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
Sida 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.