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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... Bard that's far awa . " The members of the club stand and drink to " the Bard that's far awa . " Before he is allowed to take his seat , Mr. Porteous sings , it may be “ Duncan Gray . " Then follow in rapid succession such readings from ...
... Bard that's far awa . " The members of the club stand and drink to " the Bard that's far awa . " Before he is allowed to take his seat , Mr. Porteous sings , it may be “ Duncan Gray . " Then follow in rapid succession such readings from ...
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... Bard of Auld Lang Syne , " by Professor James Main Dixon ; " Robert Burns , " by Willis Leonard McClanahan . The collection of the club's publications includes the large book of " Poems and Letters in the Handwriting of Robert Burns ...
... Bard of Auld Lang Syne , " by Professor James Main Dixon ; " Robert Burns , " by Willis Leonard McClanahan . The collection of the club's publications includes the large book of " Poems and Letters in the Handwriting of Robert Burns ...
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... bard . " Again , our poet became inspired on the notable occasion when his servant Blane so far forgot himself as to set out to kill the " wee , sleekit , courin ' , tim'rous beastie , " which had been so unceremoniously turned out of ...
... bard . " Again , our poet became inspired on the notable occasion when his servant Blane so far forgot himself as to set out to kill the " wee , sleekit , courin ' , tim'rous beastie , " which had been so unceremoniously turned out of ...
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... bard of Ayr , And through the night , O happy stream ! You were a music in his dream . There , musing by some mossy stone , Perhaps , ah , yes , you must have known That though again upon your shore The poet still would walk , no more ...
... bard of Ayr , And through the night , O happy stream ! You were a music in his dream . There , musing by some mossy stone , Perhaps , ah , yes , you must have known That though again upon your shore The poet still would walk , no more ...
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... bard's epitaph : " Reader , attend - whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole , Or darkling grubs this earthly hole , In low pursuit ; Know prudent , cautious self - control Is wisdom's root . " And when the peaceful end ...
... bard's epitaph : " Reader , attend - whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole , Or darkling grubs this earthly hole , In low pursuit ; Know prudent , cautious self - control Is wisdom's root . " And when the peaceful end ...
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Strana 20 - 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 77 - 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 43 - 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 76 - 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 13 - 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 77 - 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 42 - To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Strana 56 - 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 46 - Edina ! Scotia's darling seat ! All hail thy palaces and towers, Where once beneath a monarch's feet Sat Legislation's sovereign powers ! From marking wildly-scatter'd flowers, As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd, And singing, lone, the lingering hours, I shelter in thy honour'd shade.
Strana 43 - 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?