The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1865 |
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... expression is hardly a correct one ; but in two of the stanzas there are lines which we never read without wishing them away , and there is one stanza we could sometimes almost wish away altogether ; the sentiment , though beautifully ...
... expression is hardly a correct one ; but in two of the stanzas there are lines which we never read without wishing them away , and there is one stanza we could sometimes almost wish away altogether ; the sentiment , though beautifully ...
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... expression of what had else been agony and despair . Twenty pounds would enable him to leave Scotland , and take him to Jamaica ; and to raise them , it occurred to Robert Burns to publish his poems by subscription ! " I was pretty ...
... expression of what had else been agony and despair . Twenty pounds would enable him to leave Scotland , and take him to Jamaica ; and to raise them , it occurred to Robert Burns to publish his poems by subscription ! " I was pretty ...
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... my idea of the musical expression -then choose my theme - compose one stanza . When that is composed , which is generally the most difficult part of the 29 business , I walk out , sit down now THE GENIUS AND CHARACTER OF BURNS . 105.
... my idea of the musical expression -then choose my theme - compose one stanza . When that is composed , which is generally the most difficult part of the 29 business , I walk out , sit down now THE GENIUS AND CHARACTER OF BURNS . 105.
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... expression , then they die not - but live for ever . Many of his Love - songs are , as they ought to be , untinged with earthly desire , and some of these are about the most beautiful of any - as " Wilt thou be my dearie ? When sorrow ...
... expression , then they die not - but live for ever . Many of his Love - songs are , as they ought to be , untinged with earthly desire , and some of these are about the most beautiful of any - as " Wilt thou be my dearie ? When sorrow ...
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... expression of their own joys and griefs . 66 Oh , stay , sweet warbling woodlark , stay , Nor quit for me the trembling spray ; A hapless lover courts thy lay— Thy soothing , fond complaining . Again , again , that tender part , That I ...
... expression of their own joys and griefs . 66 Oh , stay , sweet warbling woodlark , stay , Nor quit for me the trembling spray ; A hapless lover courts thy lay— Thy soothing , fond complaining . Again , again , that tender part , That I ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside auld ballad bard beautiful believe breast breath Burns's called character charm Christabel clouds Coleridge Colonsay Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight dream Dumfries earth Ellisland evil eyes face fancy father fear feel felt frae gauger genius George Thomson Grasmere hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil honour hope hour human imagination inspired knew labour lady light living look Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel nature never noble o'er once passion perhaps pity poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride racter Robert Burns round Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish seems Shanter Shuffler sing smile song soul spirit strong sweet tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice walk whole wife wild William Burnes wonder words youth
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Sida 341 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Sida 310 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Sida 335 - The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Sida 298 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Sida 33 - 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 every grace, except the heart!
Sida 342 - 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.
Sida 340 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...
Sida 125 - 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...
Sida 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...
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