Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 strán (strany) |
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Strana iv
... hand of David , he conferred greater glory , than when he put upon him the crown of royal power . We of this generation , are still un- der the spell of the harp , but the power of the crown is gone forever . And old Homer ! when will ...
... hand of David , he conferred greater glory , than when he put upon him the crown of royal power . We of this generation , are still un- der the spell of the harp , but the power of the crown is gone forever . And old Homer ! when will ...
Strana 11
... hand upon the theory of the beautiful , after so many masters have failed in efforts to discover and set it forth : that I should hope to embrace ideal beauty in my arms , when she has re- jected the solicitations of so many illustrious ...
... hand upon the theory of the beautiful , after so many masters have failed in efforts to discover and set it forth : that I should hope to embrace ideal beauty in my arms , when she has re- jected the solicitations of so many illustrious ...
Strana 18
... hands angelic rose , And down within and outside of the car , Fell showering , in white veil with olive wreath'd A virgin in my view appear'd , beneath Green mantle , rob'd in hue of living flame : And o'er my spirit , that so long a ...
... hands angelic rose , And down within and outside of the car , Fell showering , in white veil with olive wreath'd A virgin in my view appear'd , beneath Green mantle , rob'd in hue of living flame : And o'er my spirit , that so long a ...
Strana 36
... hands , to pick out the cruel nettle - stings and thistles . Among her other love - inspiring quali- ties , she sang sweetly ; and it was a favorite reel to which I attempted giving an embodied vehicle in rhyme . I was not so ...
... hands , to pick out the cruel nettle - stings and thistles . Among her other love - inspiring quali- ties , she sang sweetly ; and it was a favorite reel to which I attempted giving an embodied vehicle in rhyme . I was not so ...
Strana 38
... hands , and his own heart , had done and felt all that his poetry portrays . He idealizes realities . His ru- ral scenes are real scenes . There is neither illusion , exaggeration , nor affectation about them . All are truthful life ...
... hands , and his own heart , had done and felt all that his poetry portrays . He idealizes realities . His ru- ral scenes are real scenes . There is neither illusion , exaggeration , nor affectation about them . All are truthful life ...
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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.