The Life and Land of BurnsJ & H.G. Langley, 1841 - 363 strán (strany) |
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... social one . The peasant Poet bears himself , we may say , like a King in exile : he is cast among the low , and feels himself equal to the highest ; yet he claims no rank , that none may be disputed to him . The forward he can repel ...
... social one . The peasant Poet bears himself , we may say , like a King in exile : he is cast among the low , and feels himself equal to the highest ; yet he claims no rank , that none may be disputed to him . The forward he can repel ...
Strana 15
... social rank . His cor- respondents are often men whose relation to him he has never accurately ascertained ; whom therefore he is either forearming himself against , or else unconsciously flatter- ing , by adopting the style he thinks ...
... social rank . His cor- respondents are often men whose relation to him he has never accurately ascertained ; whom therefore he is either forearming himself against , or else unconsciously flatter- ing , by adopting the style he thinks ...
Strana 34
... social and moral Life , which Mind has through long ages been building up for us there . Surely there is nourishment for the better part of man's heart in all this : surely the roots , that have fixed themselves in the very core of ...
... social and moral Life , which Mind has through long ages been building up for us there . Surely there is nourishment for the better part of man's heart in all this : surely the roots , that have fixed themselves in the very core of ...
Strana 43
... social reserve , by compelling them to trembe - nay , to tremble visibly - beneath the fearless touch of natural pathos ; and all this without indicating the smallest willingness to be ranked among those professional ministers of ...
... social reserve , by compelling them to trembe - nay , to tremble visibly - beneath the fearless touch of natural pathos ; and all this without indicating the smallest willingness to be ranked among those professional ministers of ...
Strana 46
... social destiny it also left with him . He had seen the gay and gorgeous arena , in which the powerful are born to play their parts ; nay , had himself stood in the midst of it ; and he felt more bitterly than ever , that here he was but ...
... social destiny it also left with him . He had seen the gay and gorgeous arena , in which the powerful are born to play their parts ; nay , had himself stood in the midst of it ; and he felt more bitterly than ever , that here he was but ...
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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.