CARLYLE'S ESSAY ON BURNS1915 |
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Strana 108
... tune their hearts , by far the noblest aim ; Perhaps Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise , Or plaintive Martyrs , ' worthy of the name ; Or noble Elgin ' beets the heaven - ward flame The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : " Compar ...
... tune their hearts , by far the noblest aim ; Perhaps Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise , Or plaintive Martyrs , ' worthy of the name ; Or noble Elgin ' beets the heaven - ward flame The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : " Compar ...
Strana 109
... tune the sacred lyre . Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme , How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He , who bore in Heaven the second name , Had not on earth whereon to lay His head : How His first followers and ...
... tune the sacred lyre . Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme , How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He , who bore in Heaven the second name , Had not on earth whereon to lay His head : How His first followers and ...
Strana 116
... such Thou art - In shades of darkness hide . Where with intention I have err'd , No other plea I have , But , Thou art good ; and Goodness still Delighteth to forgive . - MY FATHER WAS A FARMER TUNE- " The Weaver and 116 A PRAYER.
... such Thou art - In shades of darkness hide . Where with intention I have err'd , No other plea I have , But , Thou art good ; and Goodness still Delighteth to forgive . - MY FATHER WAS A FARMER TUNE- " The Weaver and 116 A PRAYER.
Strana 117
WILLARD C. GORE. MY FATHER WAS A FARMER TUNE- " The Weaver and his Shuttle , O " My Father was a Farmer upon the Carrick border , O And carefully he bred me in decency and order , O He bade me act a manly part , though I had ne'er a ...
WILLARD C. GORE. MY FATHER WAS A FARMER TUNE- " The Weaver and his Shuttle , O " My Father was a Farmer upon the Carrick border , O And carefully he bred me in decency and order , O He bade me act a manly part , though I had ne'er a ...
Strana 130
... bonie Doon ! An ' wha on Ayr your chanters tune ! Come , join the melancholious croon O ' Robin's reed ! His heart will never get aboon ! His Mailie's dead ! A WINTER NIGHT Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er you are 130 POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY.
... bonie Doon ! An ' wha on Ayr your chanters tune ! Come , join the melancholious croon O ' Robin's reed ! His heart will never get aboon ! His Mailie's dead ! A WINTER NIGHT Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er you are 130 POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY.
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