The Life and Land of BurnsJ & H.G. Langley, 1841 - 363 pages |
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... nature , might yet have been living ; but his short life was spent in toil and penury ; and he died , in the prime of his manhood , miserable and neglected ; and yet already a brave mauso- leum shines over his dust , and more than one ...
... nature , might yet have been living ; but his short life was spent in toil and penury ; and he died , in the prime of his manhood , miserable and neglected ; and yet already a brave mauso- leum shines over his dust , and more than one ...
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... Nature in her bounty bestowed on us in Robert Burns ; but with queenlike indifference she cast it from her hand , like a thing of no moment , and it was defaced and torn asunder , as an idle bauble , before we recognised it . To the ill ...
... Nature in her bounty bestowed on us in Robert Burns ; but with queenlike indifference she cast it from her hand , like a thing of no moment , and it was defaced and torn asunder , as an idle bauble , before we recognised it . To the ill ...
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... nature ; and in her bleakest provinces discerns a beauty and a meaning ! The " Daisy " falls not unheeded under his ploughshare ; nor the ruined nest of that " wee , cowering , timorous beastie , " cast forth , after all its provident ...
... nature ; and in her bleakest provinces discerns a beauty and a meaning ! The " Daisy " falls not unheeded under his ploughshare ; nor the ruined nest of that " wee , cowering , timorous beastie , " cast forth , after all its provident ...
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... natural class , who read little , and especially no poetry , except because they find pleasure in it . The grounds of so singular and wide a popularity , which ex- tends , in a literal sense , from the palace to the hut , and over all ...
... natural class , who read little , and especially no poetry , except because they find pleasure in it . The grounds of so singular and wide a popularity , which ex- tends , in a literal sense , from the palace to the hut , and over all ...
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... natural or possible mode of being , but something intended to look much grander than nature ? Surely , all these stormful agonies , this volcanic heroism , superhuman contempt , and moody desperation , with so much scowling , and teeth ...
... natural or possible mode of being , but something intended to look much grander than nature ? Surely , all these stormful agonies , this volcanic heroism , superhuman contempt , and moody desperation , with so much scowling , and teeth ...
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Page 175 - E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy. As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o
Page 312 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine. A Man's a Man for a
Page 187 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 221 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Page 166 - 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. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men in my time.
Page 261 - With friendship, peace, and contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep retir'd distress. How many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...
Page 73 - In my infant and boyish days, too, I owed much to an old woman who resided in the family, remarkable for her ignorance, credulity, and superstition. She had, I suppose, the largest collection in the country of tales and songs concerning devils, ghosts, fairies, brownies, witches, warlocks, spunkies, kelpies, elf-candles, dead-lights, wraiths, apparitions, cantraips, giants, enchanted towers, dragons, and other trumpery.
Page 134 - They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark! Now Tam, O Tam, had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens! Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!
Page 23 - 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...
Page 45 - ... talents. His features are represented in Mr Nasmyth's picture, but to me it conveys the idea that they are diminished as if seen in perspective. I think his countenance was more massive than it looks in any of the portraits.