The Genius, and Character of BurnsA. Hart, late Carey & Hart, 1854 - 222 sidor |
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... worthy character I have known . He was a tender and affectionate father ; he took plea- sure in leading his children in the paths of virtue , not in driving them , as some people do , to the performance of duties to which they ...
... worthy character I have known . He was a tender and affectionate father ; he took plea- sure in leading his children in the paths of virtue , not in driving them , as some people do , to the performance of duties to which they ...
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... worthy men one and all , and among them much mother - wit almost as good as genius , and thought to be genius by Burns , who in the generous enthu- siasm of his nature exaggerated the mental gifts of everybody he loved , and conceived ...
... worthy men one and all , and among them much mother - wit almost as good as genius , and thought to be genius by Burns , who in the generous enthu- siasm of his nature exaggerated the mental gifts of everybody he loved , and conceived ...
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... worthy of the name ; Or noble Elgin beats the heaven - ward flame , The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : Compared with these Italian trills are tame ; The tickl'd ears no heart - felt raptures raise ; Nae unison hae they with our ...
... worthy of the name ; Or noble Elgin beats the heaven - ward flame , The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : Compared with these Italian trills are tame ; The tickl'd ears no heart - felt raptures raise ; Nae unison hae they with our ...
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... worthy of his affection , on ac- count of her excellent qualities ; and though never beautiful , had many personal attractions . But Burns felt himself bound to her by that inscrutable mystery in the soul of every man , by which one ...
... worthy of his affection , on ac- count of her excellent qualities ; and though never beautiful , had many personal attractions . But Burns felt himself bound to her by that inscrutable mystery in the soul of every man , by which one ...
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... worthy of his happiest companionship either in the festal hor or the hour of closer communion . He had no right , with all his genius , to stand aloof from them , and with a heart like his he had no inclination . Why should he have ...
... worthy of his happiest companionship either in the festal hor or the hour of closer communion . He had no right , with all his genius , to stand aloof from them , and with a heart like his he had no inclination . Why should he have ...
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affection appeared auld beautiful believe better Burns Burns's called character charms close common Complete continued death delight doubt duty earth expression eyes face fear feeling felt genius give given hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hope hour human illustrated imagination inspired interest kind knew labor land light lines live look mind moral morning nature never night once original passion perhaps persons pleasure poems poet poetry poor Price pride published respect Robert Scotland Scottish seems seen showed sing society sometimes song soon soul spirit story strong sweet tears tells thee things Thomson thou thought tion true truth turned verse virtue volume walk whole wife worthy writes written young
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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 194 - 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 53 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain...
Sida 67 - 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 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 34 - 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?