Select Poems of Robert BurnsD.C. Heath & Company, 1896 - 370 strán (strany) |
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Strana ix
... wrote before the thought of publishing came to him , and when he rhymed for fun , we get the clearest revelation of the man . - Now , this personal note comprises three great subjects , Nature , Man , and God , and reveals itself as the ...
... wrote before the thought of publishing came to him , and when he rhymed for fun , we get the clearest revelation of the man . - Now , this personal note comprises three great subjects , Nature , Man , and God , and reveals itself as the ...
Strana xiv
... wrote : - " Let me quote you my two favorite passages , which , though I have repeated them ten thousand times , still they rouse my manhood and steel my resolution like inspiration : ' On Reason build resolve , That column of true ...
... wrote : - " Let me quote you my two favorite passages , which , though I have repeated them ten thousand times , still they rouse my manhood and steel my resolution like inspiration : ' On Reason build resolve , That column of true ...
Strana xx
... wrote : " I have read Burns's poems twice , and I think them on the whole a very extraordinary production . He is , I believe , the only poet these kingdoms have produced in the lower rank of life since Shakespeare who need not be ...
... wrote : " I have read Burns's poems twice , and I think them on the whole a very extraordinary production . He is , I believe , the only poet these kingdoms have produced in the lower rank of life since Shakespeare who need not be ...
Strana xxii
... wrote not for the eye but for the ear . The essential difference be- tween the songs of Burns and the songs of Tennyson — each perfect after its kind — is that the one is an inspiration , the other an art . If we compare the songs in ...
... wrote not for the eye but for the ear . The essential difference be- tween the songs of Burns and the songs of Tennyson — each perfect after its kind — is that the one is an inspiration , the other an art . If we compare the songs in ...
Strana 52
... wrote , the Man . Just now I've taen the fit o ' rhyme , My barmie noddle's working prime , My fancie yerkit up sublime Wi ' hasty summon : Hae ye a leisure - moment's time To hear what's comin ? Some rhyme , a neebor's name to lash ...
... wrote , the Man . Just now I've taen the fit o ' rhyme , My barmie noddle's working prime , My fancie yerkit up sublime Wi ' hasty summon : Hae ye a leisure - moment's time To hear what's comin ? Some rhyme , a neebor's name to lash ...
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Strana 57 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Strana 83 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth...
Strana 154 - 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
Strana 112 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent-earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield, But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane.
Strana 106 - I've notic'd, on our Laird's court-day, An' mony a time my heart's been wae, Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear, He'll apprehend them, poind their gear ; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear an' tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches ? LUATII.
Strana 80 - MY lov'd, my honor'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays : With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
Strana 68 - But, mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain; The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Strana 111 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Strana 157 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
Strana 86 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;" And certes, in fair virtue's heav'nly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp?