The Genius, and Character of BurnsA. Hart, 1854 - 222 sidor |
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... Yet imagination or wit he had none . His face said , " Mirth , with thee I mean to live ; " yet he was through life sedate . Robert himself says that in childhood 2 CHARACTER OF BURNS . 11 the barn and die with the flail in his hand...
... Yet imagination or wit he had none . His face said , " Mirth , with thee I mean to live ; " yet he was through life sedate . Robert himself says that in childhood 2 CHARACTER OF BURNS . 11 the barn and die with the flail in his hand...
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John Wilson. and body are equal to their work . He still lives in his father's house , and he still upholds it ; he still reverences his father's eyes that are upon him ; and he is still a dutiful son - certainly not a prodigal ...
John Wilson. and body are equal to their work . He still lives in his father's house , and he still upholds it ; he still reverences his father's eyes that are upon him ; and he is still a dutiful son - certainly not a prodigal ...
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... live for ever . Immortal the two shadows standing there , holding to- gether the Bible — a little rivulet flowing between — in which , as in consecrated water , they have dipt their hands , water not purer than , at that moment , their ...
... live for ever . Immortal the two shadows standing there , holding to- gether the Bible — a little rivulet flowing between — in which , as in consecrated water , they have dipt their hands , water not purer than , at that moment , their ...
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... live for ever . " All hail ! my own inspired bard ! In me thy native muse regard ! Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard , Thus poorly low ! I come to give thee such reward As we bestow . " Know , the great genius of this land Has many a ...
... live for ever . " All hail ! my own inspired bard ! In me thy native muse regard ! Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard , Thus poorly low ! I come to give thee such reward As we bestow . " Know , the great genius of this land Has many a ...
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... live- liest of all festivals , that used to usher in the winter with one long night of mirthful mockery of superstitious fancies , not unat- tended with stirrings of imaginative fears in many a simple breast , is gone with many other ...
... live- liest of all festivals , that used to usher in the winter with one long night of mirthful mockery of superstitious fancies , not unat- tended with stirrings of imaginative fears in many a simple breast , is gone with many other ...
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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?