All about BurnsJ.S. Ogilvie Publishing Company, 1896 - 178 pages |
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... scenes of daily life which passed be- fore him , in delineating the customs , the manners , the amusements and the pathos of the people . Of course in the soul the essence of poetry - in prophetic insight , in the privilege of ...
... scenes of daily life which passed be- fore him , in delineating the customs , the manners , the amusements and the pathos of the people . Of course in the soul the essence of poetry - in prophetic insight , in the privilege of ...
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... scenes through which he passed in these excursions went with him , and in various ways asserted itself in its own time and place . Had Burns never stood on Bannockburn , it is likely he would never have rolled out the glorious stanzas ...
... scenes through which he passed in these excursions went with him , and in various ways asserted itself in its own time and place . Had Burns never stood on Bannockburn , it is likely he would never have rolled out the glorious stanzas ...
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... scenes of the brief passion of the pair is a pleasing incident of our Burns pilgrimage . Coilsfield House is little changed since Mary dwelt beneath its roof- a great rambling edifice of gray , weather - worn stone with a row of white ...
... scenes of the brief passion of the pair is a pleasing incident of our Burns pilgrimage . Coilsfield House is little changed since Mary dwelt beneath its roof- a great rambling edifice of gray , weather - worn stone with a row of white ...
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... scenes she loved in life the heather - clad slopes of her Highland home , the seclusion of the wooded braes where she loitered with her poet - lover . Scant foliage is about her ; few birds may sing above her here . She lies by the wall ...
... scenes she loved in life the heather - clad slopes of her Highland home , the seclusion of the wooded braes where she loitered with her poet - lover . Scant foliage is about her ; few birds may sing above her here . She lies by the wall ...
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... Scenes of Fancy , " " which everybody here admits to be good English ! " ) only we may lay down an approach to a general principle , that when a Scotchman asserts his writings to be " very good English " it is open to us to examine the ...
... Scenes of Fancy , " " which everybody here admits to be good English ! " ) only we may lay down an approach to a general principle , that when a Scotchman asserts his writings to be " very good English " it is open to us to examine the ...
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Page 65 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 77 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 128 - Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that mother wept her soldier slain ; Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops mingling with the milk he drew Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery baptized in tears.
Page 128 - ... enough to be much interested in his poetry, and would have given the world to know him; but I had very little acquaintance with any literary people, and still less with the gentry of the west country, the two sets that he most frequented. Mr Thomas Grierson was at that time a clerk of my father's. He knew Burns, and promised to ask him to his lodgings to dinner, but had no opportunity to keep his word, otherwise I might have seen more of this distinguished man.
Page 30 - It's no in makin muckle mair: It's no in books ; it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If Happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang.
Page 23 - The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Page 29 - It's hardly in a body's pow'r, To keep, at times, frae being sour, To see how things are shar'd ; How best o...
Page 18 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing' That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 160 - With the ready trick and fable, Round we wander all the day; And at night, in barn or stable, Hug our doxies on the hay.
Page 25 - I am quite transported at the thought that ere long, perhaps very soon, I shall bid an eternal adieu to all the pains, and...