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 xxix
... speak briefly of the latter . The outward events of Carlyle's life from now on were comparatively few and unimportant . In the spring of 1834 he left Craigenputtock for London , where he settled at No. 5 Cheyne ( pronounced Chainey ) ...
... speak briefly of the latter . The outward events of Carlyle's life from now on were comparatively few and unimportant . In the spring of 1834 he left Craigenputtock for London , where he settled at No. 5 Cheyne ( pronounced Chainey ) ...
Strana 4
... speak of such a man . Dr. Currie loved the poet truly ; more perhaps than he avowed to his readers , or even to himself ; yet he everywhere 5 introduces him with a certain patronizing , apologetic air ; as if the polite public might ...
... speak of such a man . Dr. Currie loved the poet truly ; more perhaps than he avowed to his readers , or even to himself ; yet he everywhere 5 introduces him with a certain patronizing , apologetic air ; as if the polite public might ...
Strana 12
... speak , - his faults , the faults of others , proved too hard for him ; and that spirit which might have soared could it 5 but have walked , soon sank to the dust , its glorious faculties trodden under foot in the blossom ; and died ...
... speak , - his faults , the faults of others , proved too hard for him ; and that spirit which might have soared could it 5 but have walked , soon sank to the dust , its glorious faculties trodden under foot in the blossom ; and died ...
Strana 17
... speak forth with genuine earnestness the thought , the emotion , the o actual condition of his own heart ; and other men , so strangely are we all knit together by the tie of sym- pathy , must and will give heed to him . In culture , in ...
... speak forth with genuine earnestness the thought , the emotion , the o actual condition of his own heart ; and other men , so strangely are we all knit together by the tie of sym- pathy , must and will give heed to him . In culture , in ...
Strana 18
... speaking , we should say that it is not true . He refreshes us , 20 not with the divine fountain , but too often with vul- gar strong waters , stimulating indeed to the taste , but soon ending in dislike , or even nausea . Are his Har ...
... speaking , we should say that it is not true . He refreshes us , 20 not with the divine fountain , but too often with vul- gar strong waters , stimulating indeed to the taste , but soon ending in dislike , or even nausea . Are his Har ...
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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.