Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 páginas |
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... letter to George Thomson , inclosing a song for publication , he says : " I assure you that to my lovely young friend , you are indebted for many of my best songs . Do you think that the sober , gin- horse routine of existence , could ...
... letter to George Thomson , inclosing a song for publication , he says : " I assure you that to my lovely young friend , you are indebted for many of my best songs . Do you think that the sober , gin- horse routine of existence , could ...
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... letters has been of more or less in- fluence , according to circumstances . Hordes of bar- barians with strong features of character , and pos- sessed of ballad poetry and legends , corresponding with their character , came down in ...
... letters has been of more or less in- fluence , according to circumstances . Hordes of bar- barians with strong features of character , and pos- sessed of ballad poetry and legends , corresponding with their character , came down in ...
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... letters according to their own dis- tinctive types . And their literatures are thus em- phatically national , the one German , the other Eng- lish , and both modern . But it is with English literature , that we are concerned . Our ...
... letters according to their own dis- tinctive types . And their literatures are thus em- phatically national , the one German , the other Eng- lish , and both modern . But it is with English literature , that we are concerned . Our ...
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... letters . And a French taste , called a classi- cal taste , formed after ancient models , began to mould and fashion English letters . French dress , French manners , and French morals , all alike became the amusement . fashion , and ...
... letters . And a French taste , called a classi- cal taste , formed after ancient models , began to mould and fashion English letters . French dress , French manners , and French morals , all alike became the amusement . fashion , and ...
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... letters so little under the influence of the literary taste of his age . He was not more isolated from the fashion- able circles of social life , by his humble birth , than he was from the literary taste of the age , by his pe- culiar ...
... letters so little under the influence of the literary taste of his age . He was not more isolated from the fashion- able circles of social life , by his humble birth , than he was from the literary taste of the age , by his pe- culiar ...
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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