The life and works of Robert Burns, ed. by R. Chambers, Zväzok 2W. and R. Chambers, 1851 |
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... heaven - taught ploughman , from his humble and unlettered station , has looked upon men and manners . ' " This , it will be admitted , is no faint praise . But Mr Mackenzie is not satisfied with praising . He sees that a great poet has ...
... heaven - taught ploughman , from his humble and unlettered station , has looked upon men and manners . ' " This , it will be admitted , is no faint praise . But Mr Mackenzie is not satisfied with praising . He sees that a great poet has ...
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... Heaven's beauties on my fancy shine ; I see the Sire of Love on high , And own his work indeed divine ! There , watching high the least alarıns , Thy rough , rude fortress gleams afar ; Like some bold veteran , gray in arms , And mark'd ...
... Heaven's beauties on my fancy shine ; I see the Sire of Love on high , And own his work indeed divine ! There , watching high the least alarıns , Thy rough , rude fortress gleams afar ; Like some bold veteran , gray in arms , And mark'd ...
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... Heaven's mysterious sway , Submissive low adore . Ye honoured mighty dead ! Who nobly perished in the glorious cause , Your king , your country , and her laws ! From great Dundee who smiling victory led , And fell a martyr in her arms ...
... Heaven's mysterious sway , Submissive low adore . Ye honoured mighty dead ! Who nobly perished in the glorious cause , Your king , your country , and her laws ! From great Dundee who smiling victory led , And fell a martyr in her arms ...
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... Heaven . No gifts have I from Indian coasts The infant year to hail ; I send you more than India boasts In Edwin's simple tale . Our sex with guile and faithless love Is charged , perhaps , too true ; But may , dear maid , each lover ...
... Heaven . No gifts have I from Indian coasts The infant year to hail ; I send you more than India boasts In Edwin's simple tale . Our sex with guile and faithless love Is charged , perhaps , too true ; But may , dear maid , each lover ...
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... heaven , shall never die . Ah , like that lonely flower the poet rose ! ' Mid penury's bare soil and bitter gale ; He felt each storm that on the mountain blows , Nor ever knew the shelter of the vale . By genius in her native vigour ...
... heaven , shall never die . Ah , like that lonely flower the poet rose ! ' Mid penury's bare soil and bitter gale ; He felt each storm that on the mountain blows , Nor ever knew the shelter of the vale . By genius in her native vigour ...
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acquaintance admiration afterwards Allan Cunningham appear Auchtertyre auld Ayrshire bard beautiful birks of Aberfeldy Blair bonnie bosom brother Burns's called character Charlotte charms Clarinda compliments copies Creech Dalswinton dear sir DEAR SIR-I Dine Dr Currie Duchess Dumfriesshire Dunlop Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh Ellisland Falkirk farm favour favourite feelings fellow friendship GAVIN HAMILTON genius give Gordon Castle Hamilton happy Harvieston heart Heaven Highland honest honour hope humble servant idea James Jedburgh Jenny Geddes kind lady letter look Lord M'Lehose madam manner Mauchline meet mind Miss Chalmers morning muse native never Nicol night noble o'er perhaps pleasure poems poet poet's poetic poor remarkable respect ROBERT AINSLIE Robert Burns Robert Fergusson Scotch Scotland Scottish shew song soul Stirling sweet SYLVANDER tell thee thou thought tion tour town verses wild William wish woman write young
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Strana 85 - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
Strana 268 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs, WJ.
Strana 80 - And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Strana 65 - His person was strong and robust, his manners rustic, not clownish; a sort of dignified plainness and simplicity, which received part of its effect perhaps from one's knowledge of his extraordinary talents.
Strana 271 - Thou whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these counsels on thy soul. Life is but a day at most, Sprung from night, — in darkness lost: Hope not sunshine ev'ry hour, Fear not clouds will always lour.
Strana 306 - Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the .¿Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities: a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or woe beyond death and the grave.
Strana 33 - Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love; And sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'da rose, Frae aff its thorny tree; And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi
Strana 66 - Among the men who were the most learned of their time and country, he expressed himself with perfect firmness, but without the least intrusive forwardness; and when he differed in opinion, he did not hesitate to express it firmly, yet at the same time with modesty.
Strana 46 - No sculptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay, " No storied urn nor animated bust," This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.
Strana 80 - Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who poured the patriotic tide That streamed through Wallace's...