Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 pages |
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... imagery ; for it is the naked sentiments which possess the power of affecting our souls , and the freer they are from all material cloth- ing , the mightier is their spell of sympathy over the heart . This is certainly so . And all the ...
... imagery ; for it is the naked sentiments which possess the power of affecting our souls , and the freer they are from all material cloth- ing , the mightier is their spell of sympathy over the heart . This is certainly so . And all the ...
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... imagery , it appears to me , has not been very accurately analyzed . The associations by which it produces its effect have been lost sight of by critics , and the material imagery of its own inherent power , has been supposed to work ...
... imagery , it appears to me , has not been very accurately analyzed . The associations by which it produces its effect have been lost sight of by critics , and the material imagery of its own inherent power , has been supposed to work ...
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... imagery derives its chief power , from being associated with the emotions which it is used to illustrate . stance , " As in the bosom of the stream , The moonbeam plays at dewy e'en , So trembling pure , was infant love Within the ...
... imagery derives its chief power , from being associated with the emotions which it is used to illustrate . stance , " As in the bosom of the stream , The moonbeam plays at dewy e'en , So trembling pure , was infant love Within the ...
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... imagery upon the heart of man . It is the associated sentiments that give to the material imagery its poetic power , al- though the imagery is employed to illustrate the sentiments ; for we never feel the full beauty of the imagery ...
... imagery upon the heart of man . It is the associated sentiments that give to the material imagery its poetic power , al- though the imagery is employed to illustrate the sentiments ; for we never feel the full beauty of the imagery ...
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... to work out , with such witch- ery , his matchless songs , woven of the most exquisite material imagery and tenderest sentiment , into har- monious numbers . " The little flow'ret's peaceful lot , In yonder cliff 68 RURNS . ROBERT.
... to work out , with such witch- ery , his matchless songs , woven of the most exquisite material imagery and tenderest sentiment , into har- monious numbers . " The little flow'ret's peaceful lot , In yonder cliff 68 RURNS . ROBERT.
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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.