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... Scotland rings , While Irvine , Lugar , Ayr , and Doon , CHAPTER VII . · thy Naebody sings . " " To make a happy fireside clime For weans and wife- That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life . " CHAPTER VIII . " The King's most ...
... Scotland rings , While Irvine , Lugar , Ayr , and Doon , CHAPTER VII . · thy Naebody sings . " " To make a happy fireside clime For weans and wife- That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life . " CHAPTER VIII . " The King's most ...
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... interesting and valuable series of the Poet's Letters to his relatives in the North of Scotland , from which various extracts are interwoven in the following pages . LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS . CHAPTER I. " My father viii PREFATORY NOTICE .
... interesting and valuable series of the Poet's Letters to his relatives in the North of Scotland , from which various extracts are interwoven in the following pages . LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS . CHAPTER I. " My father viii PREFATORY NOTICE .
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... Scotland , there prevailed a vague notion that he himself had been out in the insurrection of 1745-6 ; but though Robert would fain have interpreted his father's silence in favour of a tale which flattered his imagination , his bro ...
... Scotland , there prevailed a vague notion that he himself had been out in the insurrection of 1745-6 ; but though Robert would fain have interpreted his father's silence in favour of a tale which flattered his imagination , his bro ...
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... Scotland's sake , Some useful plan or book could make , Or sing a sang , at least : The rough bur - thistle spreading wide Amang the bearded bear , I turn'd the weeder - clips aside , And spared the symbol dear . " He is hardly to be ...
... Scotland's sake , Some useful plan or book could make , Or sing a sang , at least : The rough bur - thistle spreading wide Amang the bearded bear , I turn'd the weeder - clips aside , And spared the symbol dear . " He is hardly to be ...
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... Scotland , make no allowance for the odds of the quality of land , and consequently stretch us much beyond what , in the event , we will be found able to pay . We are also much at a loss for want of proper methods in our improvements of ...
... Scotland , make no allowance for the odds of the quality of land , and consequently stretch us much beyond what , in the event , we will be found able to pay . We are also much at a loss for want of proper methods in our improvements of ...
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Page 280 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then THY sun...
Page 17 - Hannibal gave my young ideas such a turn, that I used to strut in raptures up and down after the recruiting drum and bagpipe, and wish myself tall enough to be a soldier ; while the story of Wallace poured a Scottish prejudice into my veins, which will boil along there till the flood-gates of life shut in eternal rest.
Page 197 - JEolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities: a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or woe beyond death and the grave.
Page 184 - And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 136 - ... in the whole strain of his bearing and conversation, a most thorough conviction that in the society of the most eminent men of his nation, he was exactly where he was entitled to be; hardly deigned to flatter them by exhibiting even an occasional symptom of being flattered...
Page 118 - Burns seemed much affected by the print, or rather the ideas which it suggested to his mind. He actually shed tears. He asked whose the lines were, and it chanced that nobody but myself remembered that they occur in a half-forgotten poem of Langhorne's called by the unpromising title of 'The Justice of the Peace'.
Page 16 - 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, deadlights, wraiths, apparitions, cantraips, giants, enchanted towers, dragons, and other trumpery.
Page 197 - I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and, passing from one thought to another, surely, said I, man is but a shadow and life a dream.
Page 22 - Meditations, had formed the whole of my reading. The collection of songs was my vade mecum. I pored over them, driving my cart, or walking to labour, song by song, verse by verse; carefully noting the true tender, or sublime, from affectation and fustian. I am convinced I owe to this practice much of my critic-craft, such as it is.
Page 35 - I staid, I did nothing but craze the faculties of my soul about her, or steal out to meet her; and the two last nights of my stay in the country, had sleep been a mortal sin, the image of this modest and innocent girl had kept me guiltless.