Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 pages |
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... sympathy with beauty , which draws out the heart , and elevates it above considerations of self , and prepares it for as- pirations after holiness . If there were nothing but utility impressed upon nature , man , bound down by ...
... sympathy with beauty , which draws out the heart , and elevates it above considerations of self , and prepares it for as- pirations after holiness . If there were nothing but utility impressed upon nature , man , bound down by ...
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... sympathy which binds to- gether the hearts of man and woman . For , in walking amidst the beauties of nature , there is al- ways the image of a beautiful woman , associated in my imagination , with them all : - " I see her in the dewy ...
... sympathy which binds to- gether the hearts of man and woman . For , in walking amidst the beauties of nature , there is al- ways the image of a beautiful woman , associated in my imagination , with them all : - " I see her in the dewy ...
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... sympathy over the human heart . The epithets applied to them are the expression of what the poet's heart feels ; and what he feels , are the sentiments which the peculiar graces of woman are specially designed to awaken . There is a ...
... sympathy over the human heart . The epithets applied to them are the expression of what the poet's heart feels ; and what he feels , are the sentiments which the peculiar graces of woman are specially designed to awaken . There is a ...
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... sympathy with the beau- tiful . This is the mysterious secret of his power . This , the divine rod by which he smites , the stoniest hearts and makes waters of sweetness flow out . In fact , it was woman who was his inspiring muse . The ...
... sympathy with the beau- tiful . This is the mysterious secret of his power . This , the divine rod by which he smites , the stoniest hearts and makes waters of sweetness flow out . In fact , it was woman who was his inspiring muse . The ...
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... sympathize only with spirit . To a thing that ex- presses nothing , the heart must of necessity be indif- ferent . There is nothing in it for the heart either to speak to or to respond to . And consequently , there can be no sympathy ...
... sympathize only with spirit . To a thing that ex- presses nothing , the heart must of necessity be indif- ferent . There is nothing in it for the heart either to speak to or to respond to . And consequently , there can be no sympathy ...
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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.