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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... literary Burnsiana . Here are the manuscripts , or original typewritten copies , of the addresses and poems which have made the Burns Nights of the club historic . Among them : " Burns and Religion , " by Rev. Dr. William C. Bitting ...
... literary Burnsiana . Here are the manuscripts , or original typewritten copies , of the addresses and poems which have made the Burns Nights of the club historic . Among them : " Burns and Religion , " by Rev. Dr. William C. Bitting ...
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... literary house cleaning , passed the two volumes of Manuscripts to the Liverpool Athenaeum with this note : " Will you allow me to make you the medium of present- ing to the Athenaeum Library two manuscript books in his own handwriting ...
... literary house cleaning , passed the two volumes of Manuscripts to the Liverpool Athenaeum with this note : " Will you allow me to make you the medium of present- ing to the Athenaeum Library two manuscript books in his own handwriting ...
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... literary triumphs or other extraordinary achievements . In these books the patches of territory on the earth's surface that have not been saturated with the personality of some great saint or artist or hero are not considered at all ...
... literary triumphs or other extraordinary achievements . In these books the patches of territory on the earth's surface that have not been saturated with the personality of some great saint or artist or hero are not considered at all ...
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... literary man who ever lived . The cottage was built literally of clay by the poet's father , on a small holding of six or seven acres , which he had leased as a means of adding to his livelihood as a gar- dener . Because Burns first saw ...
... literary man who ever lived . The cottage was built literally of clay by the poet's father , on a small holding of six or seven acres , which he had leased as a means of adding to his livelihood as a gar- dener . Because Burns first saw ...
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... literary heavens . On a tumbler belonging to Mrs. Bacon , Burns wrote : " You're welcome , Willie Stewart ; Your're welcome , Willie Stewart ; There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May That's half so welcome's thou art . " Mrs. Bacon ...
... literary heavens . On a tumbler belonging to Mrs. Bacon , Burns wrote : " You're welcome , Willie Stewart ; Your're welcome , Willie Stewart ; There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May That's half so welcome's thou art . " Mrs. Bacon ...
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Albert Douglas artistic Auld Lang Syne 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 literary lived Lord Louis man's Millet muse nature Nights book Nith o'er O'SHANTER Orrick Johns peasant poems poet poet's President Bixby river Robert Burns Robin sake Scot SCOTCH ACCORDING 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 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?