Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 páginas |
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... , That lighted up my jingle , Her witching smile , her pawky een , That gar't my heart - strings tingle . " NEW YORK : BAKER AND SCRIBNER , 36 PARK ROW & 145 NASSAU STREET . 1848 . 828 89670 798 . Entered according to Act of Congress.
... , That lighted up my jingle , Her witching smile , her pawky een , That gar't my heart - strings tingle . " NEW YORK : BAKER AND SCRIBNER , 36 PARK ROW & 145 NASSAU STREET . 1848 . 828 89670 798 . Entered according to Act of Congress.
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... heart of man , that is ever striving after something better than the realities of life . This spirit is allied to ... heart superficial . The representations of novels do not touch the deeper , and more solemn sympa- thies of the heart ...
... heart of man , that is ever striving after something better than the realities of life . This spirit is allied to ... heart superficial . The representations of novels do not touch the deeper , and more solemn sympa- thies of the heart ...
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... heart . And what is the human heart ? On one side is heaven , on the other is hell . Over this bright , and over this gloomy region the poet wields his prerogatives . It is with the heart in its joys , and in its sorrows , in its pride ...
... heart . And what is the human heart ? On one side is heaven , on the other is hell . Over this bright , and over this gloomy region the poet wields his prerogatives . It is with the heart in its joys , and in its sorrows , in its pride ...
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... heart . In youth , when love kindles its first flame upon the altar of the heart , poetry breathes its soft breath upon it , and gives it a heavenly warmth . And it gives a fragrance and a beauty to every flower of joy that blooms in ...
... heart . In youth , when love kindles its first flame upon the altar of the heart , poetry breathes its soft breath upon it , and gives it a heavenly warmth . And it gives a fragrance and a beauty to every flower of joy that blooms in ...
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... heart of his country , as this same Ayrshire ploughman . Of this extraordinary person , I propose to give some account . I will first speak of him as a poet , and then , as a man . Before , however , I speak of him as a poet , I will ...
... heart of his country , as this same Ayrshire ploughman . Of this extraordinary person , I propose to give some account . I will first speak of him as a poet , and then , as a man . Before , however , I speak of him as a poet , I will ...
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Página 64 - An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell — Till crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o...
Página 90 - 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 89 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, '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 44 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave ; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents...
Página 179 - 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 133 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, and glowed (I say literally glowed] when he spoke with feeling or interest.
Página 105 - Though it cost the schoolmaster some thrashings, I made an excellent English scholar ; and by the time I was ten or eleven years of age, I was a critic in substantives, verbs, and particles.
Página 174 - 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.