Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 pages |
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... rule of criticism that will be of service to us when we come to examine the poetry of Burns . If the beauty of material objects , as I have en- deavored to show , consists in associations by which they become the symbols of some ...
... rule of criticism that will be of service to us when we come to examine the poetry of Burns . If the beauty of material objects , as I have en- deavored to show , consists in associations by which they become the symbols of some ...
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... rules . It is the spontaneous workings of the faculty divine . Look back over the narrative to the beginning , and see what a wonderful work is made out of such common materials . Nature weaves the rainbow out of water and light : but ...
... rules . It is the spontaneous workings of the faculty divine . Look back over the narrative to the beginning , and see what a wonderful work is made out of such common materials . Nature weaves the rainbow out of water and light : but ...
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... rule , and knows no metre and no harmony , but by the number of the syllables , and the exactness of the rhymes , must throw aside his bungling , clumsy , ignorant rules of pedantry , before he can understand even the elements of the ...
... rule , and knows no metre and no harmony , but by the number of the syllables , and the exactness of the rhymes , must throw aside his bungling , clumsy , ignorant rules of pedantry , before he can understand even the elements of the ...
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... rule . The rules of art must al- ways fall short of the flights of genius . Genius will always accomplish something beyond any rule . Gen- ius is a rule to itself . Its works are beautiful , be- cause they are the works of genius . They ...
... rule . The rules of art must al- ways fall short of the flights of genius . Genius will always accomplish something beyond any rule . Gen- ius is a rule to itself . Its works are beautiful , be- cause they are the works of genius . They ...
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... rules of art . We must study these works , until our duller natures catch the ethereal flame that breathes in them , and we are quickened into sympathy , and are thus elevated to a just comprehension of their beauties . These master ...
... rules of art . We must study these works , until our duller natures catch the ethereal flame that breathes in them , and we are quickened into sympathy , and are thus elevated to a just comprehension of their beauties . These master ...
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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.