Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 páginas |
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... manners but those of an unlettered peasantry , his condition seemed to be the very one where thought and feeling must languish and expire . But the irrepressible energies of genius can conquer even these difficulties . The self ...
... manners but those of an unlettered peasantry , his condition seemed to be the very one where thought and feeling must languish and expire . But the irrepressible energies of genius can conquer even these difficulties . The self ...
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... national genius . The primitive forms of English literature live in his glorious works . English opin- ions , English sentiments , and English manners , are all in the entire literature of England during the time AS A POET . 53.
... national genius . The primitive forms of English literature live in his glorious works . English opin- ions , English sentiments , and English manners , are all in the entire literature of England during the time AS A POET . 53.
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... cal taste , formed after ancient models , began to mould and fashion English letters . French dress , French manners , and French morals , all alike became the fashion , and spread from the court over the kingdom 54 ROBERT BURNS .
... cal taste , formed after ancient models , began to mould and fashion English letters . French dress , French manners , and French morals , all alike became the fashion , and spread from the court over the kingdom 54 ROBERT BURNS .
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... manners and customs , and the natural scenes and the historic incidents of his country . This , no poet had done for Scotland . " Nae poet thought her worth his while , To set her name in measur'd style ; She lay like some unkenn'd - of ...
... manners and customs , and the natural scenes and the historic incidents of his country . This , no poet had done for Scotland . " Nae poet thought her worth his while , To set her name in measur'd style ; She lay like some unkenn'd - of ...
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... manners and customs , so much poetic beauty . And the delicate tenderness of his heart , no less than the richness of his genius , enabled him to associate and to blend , all the tenderest sentiments of the heart with ani- mate and ...
... manners and customs , so much poetic beauty . And the delicate tenderness of his heart , no less than the richness of his genius , enabled him to associate and to blend , all the tenderest sentiments of the heart with ani- mate and ...
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acquaintance Allan Ramsay ambition ancient associations awakened Ayrshire beauty bosom breath Burns's character charms Clarinda 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 pleasure poem poet poetic poetry rhyme Robert Burns satire says scene Scotland Scots Scots College Scottish Scottish literature seen sentiments Shakspeare songs soul spirit stream sweet sympathy Tam O'Shanter taste tender thing Thomson thou thought thro tion touch truth tune ture verses walk whole Whyles woman write written youth
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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.