The Life and Land of BurnsJ & H.G. Langley, 1841 - 363 strán (strany) |
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... hope , but an ephemeral favor , even from the highest . The poet , we cannot but think , can never have far to seek for a subject : the elements of his art are in him , and around him on every hand ; for him the Ideal world is not ...
... hope , but an ephemeral favor , even from the highest . The poet , we cannot but think , can never have far to seek for a subject : the elements of his art are in him , and around him on every hand ; for him the Ideal world is not ...
Strana 33
... strictly so called , render this accountable enough . We hope , there is a patriotism founded on something better than prejudice ; that our country may : be dear to us , without injury to our philosophy CRITICAL ESSAY . 33.
... strictly so called , render this accountable enough . We hope , there is a patriotism founded on something better than prejudice ; that our country may : be dear to us , without injury to our philosophy CRITICAL ESSAY . 33.
Strana 37
... hope , and remorseful disappointment : rushing on- wards with a deep tempestuous force , he surmounts or breaks asunder many a barrier ; travels , nay , advances far , but advancing only under uncertain guidance , is ever and anon ...
... hope , and remorseful disappointment : rushing on- wards with a deep tempestuous force , he surmounts or breaks asunder many a barrier ; travels , nay , advances far , but advancing only under uncertain guidance , is ever and anon ...
Strana 39
... hope . Vague yearn- ings of ambition fail not , as he grows up ; dreamy fancies hang like cloud - cities around him ; the curtain of Exist- ence is slowly rising , in many - colored splendor and gloom : and the auroral light of first ...
... hope . Vague yearn- ings of ambition fail not , as he grows up ; dreamy fancies hang like cloud - cities around him ; the curtain of Exist- ence is slowly rising , in many - colored splendor and gloom : and the auroral light of first ...
Strana 40
... hope they are mistaken ; for Sin and Remorse so easily beset us at all stages of life , and are always such indifferent company , that it seems hard we should , at any stage , be forced and fated not only to meet , but to yield to them ...
... hope they are mistaken ; for Sin and Remorse so easily beset us at all stages of life , and are always such indifferent company , that it seems hard we should , at any stage , be forced and fated not only to meet , but to yield to them ...
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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.