The Genius, and Character of BurnsA. Hart, 1854 - 222 sidor |
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... Thomson in his Winter says of the storm , I shall Hear astonished , and as- tonished sing . ' To leave the heights of Parnassus and come to the humble vale of prose , I have some misgivings that I take too much upon me , when I request ...
... Thomson in his Winter says of the storm , I shall Hear astonished , and as- tonished sing . ' To leave the heights of Parnassus and come to the humble vale of prose , I have some misgivings that I take too much upon me , when I request ...
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... Thomson as a champion and vindicator of the truth . The insolent eulogist dared to say that Robert Burns in marrying Jean Armour , re- paired seduction by the most precious sacrifice , short of life , which one human being can make to ...
... Thomson as a champion and vindicator of the truth . The insolent eulogist dared to say that Robert Burns in marrying Jean Armour , re- paired seduction by the most precious sacrifice , short of life , which one human being can make to ...
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... Thomson . He contributed to that gentleman sixty original songs , and a noble contribution it was ; besides hints , suggestions , emendations , and restorations innumerable ; but three times as many were written by him , emended or ...
... Thomson . He contributed to that gentleman sixty original songs , and a noble contribution it was ; besides hints , suggestions , emendations , and restorations innumerable ; but three times as many were written by him , emended or ...
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... Thomson and his Collection . In Sep- tember , 1792 , Mr. Thomson - who never personally knew Burns -tells him " for some years past I have , with a friend or two , employed many leisure hours in selecting and collating the most favorite ...
... Thomson and his Collection . In Sep- tember , 1792 , Mr. Thomson - who never personally knew Burns -tells him " for some years past I have , with a friend or two , employed many leisure hours in selecting and collating the most favorite ...
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... Thomson for five pounds . " After all my boasted independence , stern necessity compels me to implore you for five pounds . A cruel 4 of a haber- dasher , to whom I owe an account , taking it into his head that I am dying , has ...
... Thomson for five pounds . " After all my boasted independence , stern necessity compels me to implore you for five pounds . A cruel 4 of a haber- dasher , to whom I owe an account , taking it into his head that I am dying , has ...
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50 Cents Anne Boleyn 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 Excise eyes fear feeling felt frae gauger genius George Thomson glorious hand happy hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil hope hour human humble imagination inspired Jean Josiah Walker knew labor live look Lord Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel mourn muse nature never noble o'er passion pity pleasure poems poet poet's poetical poetry poor Price 50 Cents pride proud racter Robert Burns says Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish sentiments Shanter sing song soul spirit stanza story sugh sweet taste tears tells tender thee Thomson thou thought thro tion truth verse virtue volume walk Whyles wife William Burnes words writes
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Sida 122 - Then let us pray that come it may — As come it will for a...
Sida 29 - 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 129 - 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 170 - 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 192 - Och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling! To catch dame Fortune's golden smile, Assiduous wait upon her; And gather gear by ev'ry wile That's justified by honour; Not for to hide it in a hedge, Nor for a train attendant; But for the glorious privilege Of being independent.
Sida 51 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain...
Sida 65 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Sida 187 - 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 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 *• Martyrs...
Sida 16 - O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?