What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
admiration affection Auld bard beauty better born Burns Club character child comes common death devil earth equal expression eyes face fame father feel gave genius gift give given glorious greatest hand heart heaven highest honor hour human idea immortal influence inspired John kind King lady land language light lived look Lord man's mankind memory mind mother nature never night noble once pass perhaps poems poet poetry politics poor poverty President pride race religion remember Robert Burns round Scotch Scotland Scottish seems sense sentiment simple Smith society song soul speak speech spirit stand strong sure sweet sympathy tell tender things thou thought to-day touch true truth turn universal verse voice Washington wife
Page 17 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend ! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Is wisdom's root.
Page 59 - I knew a very wise man so much of Sir Christopher's sentiment, that he believed if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
Page 44 - The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order ; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border ; Its slightest touches, instant pause — Debar a' side pretences ; And resolutely keep its laws, Uncaring consequences.
Page 38 - His — who a humbler flower could make Immortal as his song, The memory of Burns — a name That calls, when brimmed her festal cup, A nation's glory and her shame, In silent sadness up.
Page 21 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Page 39 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow. Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.
Page 58 - I recollect once he told me, when I was admiring a distant prospect in one of our morning walks, that the sight of so many smoking cottages gave a pleasure to his mind, which none could understand who had not witnessed, like himself, the happiness and the worth which they contained.
Page 35 - Yet I am here a chosen sample, To show thy grace is great and ample ; I'm here a pillar in thy temple, Strong as a rock, A guide, a buckler, an example To a
Page 62 - Mankind is helped in its progress almost as much by the study of imperfection as by the contemplation of perfection. Had we nothing before us in our futile and halting lives but saints and the ideal, we might well fail altogether. We grope blindly along the catacombs of...