Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 strán (strany) |
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Strana 39
... Scottish life heard the sweet strains of his lyre , coming up from the lowly scenes of the peasant's cottage , they turned their ears to catch the ravishing strains , and their hearts , kindling into sympathy , be- gan to feel that all ...
... Scottish life heard the sweet strains of his lyre , coming up from the lowly scenes of the peasant's cottage , they turned their ears to catch the ravishing strains , and their hearts , kindling into sympathy , be- gan to feel that all ...
Strana 43
... Scottish history , as this incident from Scottish literature . The Grampian hills could sooner perish , than these beautiful monuments which Burns has erected to the memory of the being whom of all God's creatures , he loved most dearly ...
... Scottish history , as this incident from Scottish literature . The Grampian hills could sooner perish , than these beautiful monuments which Burns has erected to the memory of the being whom of all God's creatures , he loved most dearly ...
Strana 70
... Scottish dames , laving their pretty limbs in wimpling streams . For in truth the Scottish dames were his muses . And as creative as was his imagination , he never once desired to see any being more lovely than he had beheld in woman ...
... Scottish dames , laving their pretty limbs in wimpling streams . For in truth the Scottish dames were his muses . And as creative as was his imagination , he never once desired to see any being more lovely than he had beheld in woman ...
Strana 74
... represen- tation of the Devil . He makes a Scottish devil of him . He is not the Satan of Milton . He is not the Mephistophiles of Goethe . He is altogether unique . It is true you recognize in him the roaring lion 74 ROBERT BURNS .
... represen- tation of the Devil . He makes a Scottish devil of him . He is not the Satan of Milton . He is not the Mephistophiles of Goethe . He is altogether unique . It is true you recognize in him the roaring lion 74 ROBERT BURNS .
Strana 77
... Scottish town . And who does not see , with his very eyes , Tam's wife Kate ? " Gath'rin ' her brows like gath'rin ' storm , Nursin ' her wrath to keep it warm . " And the portrait of Tam is a living reality : " A bletherin ...
... Scottish town . And who does not see , with his very eyes , Tam's wife Kate ? " Gath'rin ' her brows like gath'rin ' storm , Nursin ' her wrath to keep it warm . " And the portrait of Tam is a living reality : " A bletherin ...
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Strana 64 - An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell — Till crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o...
Strana 90 - O wad some Pow'r 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 ev'n devotion ! EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND.
Strana 179 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Strana 133 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, and glowed (I say literally glowed] when he spoke with feeling or interest.
Strana 89 - 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 58 - What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns an' stools? If honest Nature made you fools, What sairs your grammars ? Ye'd better taen up spades and shools, Or knappin-hammers. A set o' dull, conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college-classes, They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o
Strana 44 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare : — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale...
Strana 174 - We know nothing, or next to nothing, of the substance or structure of our souls, so cannot account for those seeming caprices in them that one should be particularly pleased with this thing, or struck with that, which, on minds of a different cast, makes no extraordinary impression. I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
Strana 79 - Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Strana 20 - And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.