Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 strán (strany) |
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... never could have been what it was , but for the beauty of its language , its literature , its sculpture , and its architecture ; for though these are all the product of the mind itself , yet they are all powerful instruments of ...
... never could have been what it was , but for the beauty of its language , its literature , its sculpture , and its architecture ; for though these are all the product of the mind itself , yet they are all powerful instruments of ...
Strana 11
... never been given to mortal man to view the glory of her countenance . I confess it all ! But I have been so fascinated by her loveliness as it appears reflected in the works of nature , that my anxious heart has forced me to the attempt ...
... never been given to mortal man to view the glory of her countenance . I confess it all ! But I have been so fascinated by her loveliness as it appears reflected in the works of nature , that my anxious heart has forced me to the attempt ...
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... never been created , this impression could not have suggested to man her charms , and conse- quently , would not have had any thing like its pres- ent power over his heart . For it is undoubtedly to this suggestion , that it owes most ...
... never been created , this impression could not have suggested to man her charms , and conse- quently , would not have had any thing like its pres- ent power over his heart . For it is undoubtedly to this suggestion , that it owes most ...
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... never accomplish any thing beyond them . Homer employed the same form of description : - " Aurora now , fair daughter of the dawn , Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn . ” And how do poets describe the most beautiful of the seasons ...
... never accomplish any thing beyond them . Homer employed the same form of description : - " Aurora now , fair daughter of the dawn , Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn . ” And how do poets describe the most beautiful of the seasons ...
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... Never may'st thou , lovely flower , Chilly shrink in sleety shower ! Never Boreas ' hoary path , Never Eurus ' pois'nous breath , Never baleful stellar lights Taint thee with untimely blights ! Never , never reptile thief Riot on thy ...
... Never may'st thou , lovely flower , Chilly shrink in sleety shower ! Never Boreas ' hoary path , Never Eurus ' pois'nous breath , Never baleful stellar lights Taint thee with untimely blights ! Never , never reptile thief Riot on thy ...
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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.