Speeches and EssaysGibson brothers, printers, 1908 - 100 pages |
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... bard compare , Who sang as sweet , and soar'd as strong As ever child of air ? His plume , his note , his form , could BURNS For whim or pleasure change : He was not one , but all by turns , With transmigration strange . The Blackbird ...
... bard compare , Who sang as sweet , and soar'd as strong As ever child of air ? His plume , his note , his form , could BURNS For whim or pleasure change : He was not one , but all by turns , With transmigration strange . The Blackbird ...
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... bard ; yet he , too , tasted of human applause - he enjoyed its delights , and he knew the trials that attend it . Which , think you , would he have preferred ? Such a celebration as this in his lifetime , or fifty years after his death ...
... bard ; yet he , too , tasted of human applause - he enjoyed its delights , and he knew the trials that attend it . Which , think you , would he have preferred ? Such a celebration as this in his lifetime , or fifty years after his death ...
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... bard to those other and more elevated creations which have added a lustre to Caledonia , and made a new history for the lyric muse ! May your enjoyment of this anniversary be unalloyed by the presence of any other . than that of the ...
... bard to those other and more elevated creations which have added a lustre to Caledonia , and made a new history for the lyric muse ! May your enjoyment of this anniversary be unalloyed by the presence of any other . than that of the ...
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... bard . It is true I had always felt proud , and perhap somewhat more pious and patriotic than most people , on a count of my direct descent from the sturdy old Covenanter who fought for the faith of their fathers at Drumclog an ...
... bard . It is true I had always felt proud , and perhap somewhat more pious and patriotic than most people , on a count of my direct descent from the sturdy old Covenanter who fought for the faith of their fathers at Drumclog an ...
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... bard ! thy genius , spark divine , Does still this very atmosphere pervade ; And in its light thy human frailties tine As morn's obscuring mists before the sun must fade . Oh , wond'rous bard ! we still this truth must own , That thou ...
... bard ! thy genius , spark divine , Does still this very atmosphere pervade ; And in its light thy human frailties tine As morn's obscuring mists before the sun must fade . Oh , wond'rous bard ! we still this truth must own , That thou ...
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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 60 - All the faculties of Burns's mind were, as far as I could judge, equally vigorous ; and his predilection for poetry was rather the result of his own enthusiastic and impassioned temper, than of a genius exclusively adapted to that species of composition.
Page 61 - 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 60 - 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 64 - 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...