The Life and Land of BurnsJ & H.G. Langley, 1841 - 363 strán (strany) |
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... been born two centuries ago ; inasmuch as poetry , soon after that date , vanished from the earth , and became no longer attainable by men ! Such cobweb speculations have , now and then , overhung the field of 18 CRITICAL ESSAY .
... been born two centuries ago ; inasmuch as poetry , soon after that date , vanished from the earth , and became no longer attainable by men ! Such cobweb speculations have , now and then , overhung the field of 18 CRITICAL ESSAY .
Strana 19
Allan Cunningham. have , now and then , overhung the field of literature ; but they obstruct not the growth of any ... fields remain unsung ; but the Wounded Hare has not perished without its memorial ; a balm of mercy yet breathes on us ...
Allan Cunningham. have , now and then , overhung the field of literature ; but they obstruct not the growth of any ... fields remain unsung ; but the Wounded Hare has not perished without its memorial ; a balm of mercy yet breathes on us ...
Strana 21
... field strug- gled forward , he says , " red - wat shod : " giving , in this one word , a full vision of horror and carnage , perhaps too frightfully accurate for Art ! In fact , one of the leading features in the mind of Burns is this ...
... field strug- gled forward , he says , " red - wat shod : " giving , in this one word , a full vision of horror and carnage , perhaps too frightfully accurate for Art ! In fact , one of the leading features in the mind of Burns is this ...
Strana 34
... field of his life ! Our Scottish sages have no such propensities : the field of their life shows neither briers nor roses ; but only a flat , continuous thrashing floor for Logic , whereon all questions , from the " Doctrine of Rent ...
... field of his life ! Our Scottish sages have no such propensities : the field of their life shows neither briers nor roses ; but only a flat , continuous thrashing floor for Logic , whereon all questions , from the " Doctrine of Rent ...
Strana 73
... fields , either driving a cart or walking to labor , he had ever in his hand a collection of songs , such as any stall in the land could supply him with ; and over these he pored , ballad by ballad , and verse by verse , noting the true ...
... fields , either driving a cart or walking to labor , he had ever in his hand a collection of songs , such as any stall in the land could supply him with ; and over these he pored , ballad by ballad , and verse by verse , noting the true ...
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auld banks bard beauty Birks of Aberfeldy bonnie Brig brother Burns's called charms composed Dalswinton dear sir Doon Dugald Stewart Dumfries Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh elegant Ellisland fair fame fancy farm farmer father favorite feeling genius Glencairn grace hand happy heart heaven Highland honor hope humble humor inspired Jacobitism John John Anderson Kilmarnock kind kirk lady land lasses letter light lived look Lord lyric Mauchline mind moral Mossgiel mother muse native nature never night Nith Nithsdale noble perhaps pleasure plough poems poet poet's poetic poetry poor rhyme Robert Burns rustic satire says scene Scotland Scottish seems sentiments Shanter song soul spirit strain stream sweet Tarbolton taste things Thomson thou thought tion true verse voice walk Wallace wife WILLIAM DUNBAR wonder words write written wrote young
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Strana 175 - E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy. As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o
Strana 312 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine. A Man's a Man for a
Strana 187 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Strana 221 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Strana 166 - 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. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men in my time.
Strana 261 - With friendship, peace, and contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep retir'd distress. How many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...
Strana 73 - In my infant and boyish days, too, I owed much to an old woman who resided in the family, remarkable for her ignorance, credulity, and superstition. She had, I suppose, the largest collection in the country of tales and songs concerning devils, ghosts, fairies, brownies, witches, warlocks, spunkies, kelpies, elf-candles, dead-lights, wraiths, apparitions, cantraips, giants, enchanted towers, dragons, and other trumpery.
Strana 134 - They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark! Now Tam, O Tam, had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens! Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!
Strana 23 - 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...
Strana 45 - ... talents. His features are represented in Mr Nasmyth's picture, but to me it conveys the idea that they are diminished as if seen in perspective. I think his countenance was more massive than it looks in any of the portraits.