Carlyle's Essays on Burns: With the Cotter's Saturday Night and Other Poems from BurnsMacMillan, 1910 - 186 strán (strany) |
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Strana xxxv
... means of judging ; it had to dwell among the humblest objects ; never saw philosophy ; never rose , except for short intervals , into the region of great ideas . Never- theless , sufficient indication remains for us in his works , etc ...
... means of judging ; it had to dwell among the humblest objects ; never saw philosophy ; never rose , except for short intervals , into the region of great ideas . Never- theless , sufficient indication remains for us in his works , etc ...
Strana 1
... means the highest excellence that men are 5 most forward to recognize . The inventor of a spin- ning - jenny is pretty sure of his reward in his own day ; but the writer of a true poem , like the apostle of a true religion , is nearly ...
... means the highest excellence that men are 5 most forward to recognize . The inventor of a spin- ning - jenny is pretty sure of his reward in his own day ; but the writer of a true poem , like the apostle of a true religion , is nearly ...
Strana 3
... means a great deal , to assist us . Dr. Currie and Mr. Walker , the principal of these writers , have both , we think , mistaken one essentially impor- tant thing : Their own and the world's true relation 25 to their author , and the ...
... means a great deal , to assist us . Dr. Currie and Mr. Walker , the principal of these writers , have both , we think , mistaken one essentially impor- tant thing : Their own and the world's true relation 25 to their author , and the ...
Strana 8
... means are the common- est and rudest ; the mere work done is no measure of his strength . A dwarf behind his steam - engine may 25 remove mountains ; but no dwarf will hew them down 20 with a pickaxe : and he must be a Titan.
... means are the common- est and rudest ; the mere work done is no measure of his strength . A dwarf behind his steam - engine may 25 remove mountains ; but no dwarf will hew them down 20 with a pickaxe : and he must be a Titan.
Strana 10
... means were not lent him for this ; but through life he enacted a tragedy , and one of the deepest . We question whether the world has since witnessed so utterly sad a scene ; whether Napoleon himself , left 25 to brawl with Sir Hudson ...
... means were not lent him for this ; but through life he enacted a tragedy , and one of the deepest . We question whether the world has since witnessed so utterly sad a scene ; whether Napoleon himself , left 25 to brawl with Sir Hudson ...
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Strana 108 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha-Bible, ance his father's pride; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
Strana 177 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Strana 150 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Strana 153 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS MY heart's in the Highland's, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Strana 136 - An' forward, tho' I canna see, TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY. ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786. 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 138 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Strana 111 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Strana 35 - I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry.
Strana 158 - Our toils obscure, and a* that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp ; The man's the gowd for a* that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Strana 137 - 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 flowers 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.