Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 páginas |
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... feeling within our bosoms ; but it is a halo of our own spiritual being lingering around these objects , and imparting to them a significance which they do not possess inherent in their own natures . In order to give a precise notion of ...
... feeling within our bosoms ; but it is a halo of our own spiritual being lingering around these objects , and imparting to them a significance which they do not possess inherent in their own natures . In order to give a precise notion of ...
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... ani- mate and fertilize the earth , so woman brought down beauty and love , to warm the heart of man , and make the flowers of bliss bloom along the streams of feeling , as they flow from their spontaneous foun- AS Α POET . 13.
... ani- mate and fertilize the earth , so woman brought down beauty and love , to warm the heart of man , and make the flowers of bliss bloom along the streams of feeling , as they flow from their spontaneous foun- AS Α POET . 13.
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As a Poet, and as a Man Samuel Tyler. of feeling , as they flow from their spontaneous foun- tains . But let me here distinctly announce , that I do not make the beauty of material objects to con- sist in mere accidental and arbitrary ...
As a Poet, and as a Man Samuel Tyler. of feeling , as they flow from their spontaneous foun- tains . But let me here distinctly announce , that I do not make the beauty of material objects to con- sist in mere accidental and arbitrary ...
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... feeling analogous to the sentiment . The principle of this impression may be thus explained . Suppose you hear a strain of melancholy music , and you listen to the tune until it " untwist all the chains that tie the hidden soul of ...
... feeling analogous to the sentiment . The principle of this impression may be thus explained . Suppose you hear a strain of melancholy music , and you listen to the tune until it " untwist all the chains that tie the hidden soul of ...
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... feels ; and what he feels , are the sentiments which the peculiar graces of woman are specially designed to awaken . There is a mysterious analogy , as I have already shown , between these material objects and the quali- ties of woman ...
... feels ; and what he feels , are the sentiments which the peculiar graces of woman are specially designed to awaken . There is a mysterious analogy , as I have already shown , between these material objects and the quali- ties of woman ...
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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