Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 pages |
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... given to these men the power to interpret it ; and blending it with the richness of their own souls , to shadow it forth to ordinary men . Phi- losophers and poets are sent into the world to teach and exalt duller minds . If it were not ...
... given to these men the power to interpret it ; and blending it with the richness of their own souls , to shadow it forth to ordinary men . Phi- losophers and poets are sent into the world to teach and exalt duller minds . If it were not ...
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... given due consideration to the others , I have done what I designed to do , and deem it sufficient apology for having written an- other work on Burns , when so many abler minds have done so , but have not given so much prominence to ...
... given due consideration to the others , I have done what I designed to do , and deem it sufficient apology for having written an- other work on Burns , when so many abler minds have done so , but have not given so much prominence to ...
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... 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 . I longed ...
... 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 . I longed ...
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... given for the effect . From the fact , that poets often employ material imagery to give vivid impressions of the emotions of the soul , critics have seemed to infer , that the material imagery , by its own inherent power , imparts , by ...
... given for the effect . From the fact , that poets often employ material imagery to give vivid impressions of the emotions of the soul , critics have seemed to infer , that the material imagery , by its own inherent power , imparts , by ...
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... given to it ; and every peasant throughout Scotland feels the beauty of the life which he had before looked upon as a dull , toil- some reality . An ideal of peasant life was thus set before a whole people , and set before them in such ...
... given to it ; and every peasant throughout Scotland feels the beauty of the life which he had before looked upon as a dull , toil- some reality . An ideal of peasant life was thus set before a whole people , and set before them in such ...
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acquaintance airs Allan Ramsay ambition ancient associations awakened Ayrshire beauty bosom breath Burns's character charms Clarinda conversation criticism divine Duchess of Gordon Dugald Stewart Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh elements Ellisland embodied English expression exquisite fame fancy farm father feel felt flowers frae genius give glory Greek happy harp heart highest honor Hudibras human humble humor ideal impression inspiration labors letter literary literature living look manners Mary Campbell material imagery Mauchline mind moral muse nature never noble o'er O'Shanter objects peasant peculiar pleasure poem poet poetic poetry rhyme Robert Burns satire says scene Scotland Scots Scots College Scottish Scottish literature seen sentiments songs soul spirit strains stream sweet sympathy Tam O'Shanter taste tender theory thing Thomson thou thought thro tion touch truth tune ture verses walk whole Whyles woman write written youth
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Page 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.
Page 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' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Page 89 - 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.
Page 44 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave ; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 89 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.
Page 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.
Page 28 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Page 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.