Burns Nights at the Burns Club of St. Louis: Two Artists of the People, Albert Douglas; The Birth O' Tam O' Shanter, Thomas Agustine Daly; Genius and Geography, Rev. Dr. James W. Lee; The Scotch According to Johnson, Frederick W. Lehmann; Robert Burns, an Immortal Memory, Henry King; The Muse of Robert Burns, Irvin Mattick; Lines to St. Louis Burnsians, M. HunterFrom the pressof Kutterer-Jansen, 1918 - 83 strán (strany) |
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... feel that I had to apologize for having the collection in my possession . I suggested to the dealer the name of a person in Philadelphia who might be interested in the volumes for a large college to which the family had given a very ...
... feel that I had to apologize for having the collection in my possession . I suggested to the dealer the name of a person in Philadelphia who might be interested in the volumes for a large college to which the family had given a very ...
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... feel gratified by their finding a place in the Library of an institu- tion in which he took so great an interest . " The two books of Manuscripts lay hidden in a wooden box at the Athenaeum twenty years , until 1873 , so little value ...
... feel gratified by their finding a place in the Library of an institu- tion in which he took so great an interest . " The two books of Manuscripts lay hidden in a wooden box at the Athenaeum twenty years , until 1873 , so little value ...
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... feel myself compelled to paint them . " " But to tell the truth peasant subjects suit my nature best ; for I must confess , at the risk of your taking me to be a Socialist , that the human side is what touches me most in art ; and that ...
... feel myself compelled to paint them . " " But to tell the truth peasant subjects suit my nature best ; for I must confess , at the risk of your taking me to be a Socialist , that the human side is what touches me most in art ; and that ...
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... at the clear sound of the bell ringing for evening prayer , compels us to acknowledge the still powerful influence of the religious tradition on the rural population . You feel that the artist is not merely a painter but that , 20.
... at the clear sound of the bell ringing for evening prayer , compels us to acknowledge the still powerful influence of the religious tradition on the rural population . You feel that the artist is not merely a painter but that , 20.
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... feel and sympathize with the lowly , obscure and poor , the hewer of wood , the sower of seed , the gleaner of the harvest , the cotter by his hearth ; to apprehend the worth and the significance of the individual life . The Melody of ...
... feel and sympathize with the lowly , obscure and poor , the hewer of wood , the sower of seed , the gleaner of the harvest , the cotter by his hearth ; to apprehend the worth and the significance of the individual life . The Melody of ...
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Albert Douglas Alloway Kirk artistic Augustine Daly Barbizon Bard beauty birth Blewett bonnie Boswell Burns Club Burns Night Burnsiana career Cherbourg Church Club of St commonplace copies cottage Doctor Johnson Doon Dumfries Edinburgh edition of Burns England fame feel field Frederick Frederick W Geddes Genius and Geography give Glenriddell Manuscripts Gribbell guests heart Heaven Henry King human hundred francs immortal Irvin Mattick James January 25 Jean John Juist for Burns Kirk Lehmann letter literary lived Lord Louis man's Millet muse nature Nights book Nith o'er o'Shanter peasant poems poet poet's President Bixby river Robert Burns Robin sake Scot Scotchman Scotia's Scotland Scott Scottish Sensier Shakespeare Shanter sing song soul spirit Tam o'Shanter Theology things thou tion truth verse William William Marion Reedy wrote
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Strana 22 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Strana 79 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Strana 45 - 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 20 - That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a
Strana 15 - O wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion : What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, And e'en devotion ! 1 Trimmings.
Strana 79 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Strana 44 - To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Strana 58 - It was by his inventions that its action was so regulated as to make it capable of being applied to the finest and most delicate manufactures, and its power so increased as to set weight and solidity at defiance. By his admirable contrivance, it has become a thing stupendous alike for its force...
Strana 45 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Strana 26 - mang the dewy weet, Wi' speckled breast, When upward springing, blithe, 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 flowers our gardens yield, High sheltering woods and wa's maun shield; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane.