Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 páginas |
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... never could have been what it was , but for the beauty of its language , its literature , its sculpture , and its architecture ; for though these are all the product of the mind itself , yet they are all powerful instruments of ...
... never could have been what it was , but for the beauty of its language , its literature , its sculpture , and its architecture ; for though these are all the product of the mind itself , yet they are all powerful instruments of ...
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... never been given to mortal man to view the glory of her countenance . I confess it all ! But I have been so fascinated by her loveliness as it appears reflected in the works of nature , that my anxious heart has forced me to the attempt ...
... never been given to mortal man to view the glory of her countenance . I confess it all ! But I have been so fascinated by her loveliness as it appears reflected in the works of nature , that my anxious heart has forced me to the attempt ...
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... never been created , this impression could not have suggested to man her charms , and conse- quently , would not have had any thing like its pres- ent power over his heart . For it is undoubtedly to this suggestion , that it owes most ...
... never been created , this impression could not have suggested to man her charms , and conse- quently , would not have had any thing like its pres- ent power over his heart . For it is undoubtedly to this suggestion , that it owes most ...
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... never accomplish any thing beyond them . Homer employed the same form of description : - " Aurora now , fair daughter of the dawn , Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn . " And how do poets describe the most beautiful of the seasons ...
... never accomplish any thing beyond them . Homer employed the same form of description : - " Aurora now , fair daughter of the dawn , Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn . " And how do poets describe the most beautiful of the seasons ...
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... Never may'st thou , lovely flower , Chilly shrink in sleety shower ! gay , Never Boreas ' hoary path , Never Eurus ' pois'nous breath , Never baleful stellar lights Taint thee with untimely blights ! Never , never reptile thief Riot on ...
... Never may'st thou , lovely flower , Chilly shrink in sleety shower ! gay , Never Boreas ' hoary path , Never Eurus ' pois'nous breath , Never baleful stellar lights Taint thee with untimely blights ! Never , never reptile thief Riot on ...
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acquaintance Allan Ramsay ambition ancient associations awakened beauty bliss bosom breathes Burns's character charms conversation criticism divine Duchess of Gordon Dugald Stewart Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh elements Ellisland embodied English expression exquisite fame fancy father feeling felt flowers frae genius give Glencairn glory Greek happy harp heart highest honor Hudibras human humble humor ideal impression inspiration labors letter literary literature living look manners Mary Campbell material imagery Mauchline mind moral muse nature never night noble o'er O'Shanter objects peasant peculiar Pietro Perugino pleasure poem poet poetic poetry rhyme Robert Burns satire says scene Scotland Scots Scots College Scottish Scottish literature seen sentiments songs soul spirit stream sweet sympathy Tam O'Shanter taste tender thing Thomson thou thought thro tion touch truth tune ture verses whole Whyles woman write written youth
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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