Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 páginas |
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... elements in the ar- tistic organizations of literature and the other arts . It may perhaps be thought presumptuous , that I should try my unskilled hand upon the theory of the beautiful , after so many masters have failed in efforts to ...
... elements in the ar- tistic organizations of literature and the other arts . It may perhaps be thought presumptuous , that I should try my unskilled hand upon the theory of the beautiful , after so many masters have failed in efforts to ...
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... who was his inspiring muse . The first poetic impulse ever felt within him , was awakened by a young girl , his partner in the har- vest field . In speaking of it , he says , — " But still the elements o ' sang In formless 2 AS A POET . 25.
... who was his inspiring muse . The first poetic impulse ever felt within him , was awakened by a young girl , his partner in the har- vest field . In speaking of it , he says , — " But still the elements o ' sang In formless 2 AS A POET . 25.
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As a Poet, and as a Man Samuel Tyler. " But still the elements o ' sang In formless jumble , right an ' wrang , Wild floated in my brain ; Till on that hairst I said before , My partner in the merry core , She rous'd the forming strain ...
As a Poet, and as a Man Samuel Tyler. " But still the elements o ' sang In formless jumble , right an ' wrang , Wild floated in my brain ; Till on that hairst I said before , My partner in the merry core , She rous'd the forming strain ...
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... element of social life , the family , and infusing into it the eleva- tion and the purity of his own genius , and connect- ing it with the glory of his country , shows that he felt the full scope of the genius that was working within ...
... element of social life , the family , and infusing into it the eleva- tion and the purity of his own genius , and connect- ing it with the glory of his country , shows that he felt the full scope of the genius that was working within ...
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... painters , and perhaps in men who are neither the one nor the other , it is tolerably certain ( says a writer ) that the object of their first sincere attachment furnishes not 6 a few of the elements which go to make AS A POET . 45.
... painters , and perhaps in men who are neither the one nor the other , it is tolerably certain ( says a writer ) that the object of their first sincere attachment furnishes not 6 a few of the elements which go to make AS A POET . 45.
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Página 54 - The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy! Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me! The present only toucheth thee: But, och! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an
Página 80 - O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion : What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n devotion ! EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND.
Página 169 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Página 79 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 79 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.
Página 164 - We know nothing, or next to nothing, of the substance or structure of our souls, so cannot account for those seeming caprices in them that one should be particularly pleased with this thing, or struck with that, which, on minds of a different cast, makes no extraordinary impression. I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
Página 28 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Página 20 - And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Página 70 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Página 20 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, 'Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i