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The gravest moralist could not show more impressively the evanescence of
pleasure than Burns does in his famous poem of “ Tam O ' Shanter , " by a
profusion of imagery“ But pleasures are like poppies spread , You seize the
flower , its ...
The gravest moralist could not show more impressively the evanescence of
pleasure than Burns does in his famous poem of “ Tam O ' Shanter , " by a
profusion of imagery“ But pleasures are like poppies spread , You seize the
flower , its ...
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Campbell is another of our standard writers , and Wilson said to Wordsworth he
thought these lines in the “ Pleasures of Hope ” were magnificent28 COMPARED
WITH CAMPBELL “ Lo to the wintry winds the GRAPHIC POWER OF BURNS .
Campbell is another of our standard writers , and Wilson said to Wordsworth he
thought these lines in the “ Pleasures of Hope ” were magnificent28 COMPARED
WITH CAMPBELL “ Lo to the wintry winds the GRAPHIC POWER OF BURNS .
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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 ...
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 ...
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But with this lot what pleasures were not mingled ? “ To you , Madam , ” he
proceeds , “ I need not recount the fairy pleasures the “ muse bestows to
counterbalance this catalogue of * evils . " In an epistle in verse to Robert
Graham , of Fintry ...
But with this lot what pleasures were not mingled ? “ To you , Madam , ” he
proceeds , “ I need not recount the fairy pleasures the “ muse bestows to
counterbalance this catalogue of * evils . " In an epistle in verse to Robert
Graham , of Fintry ...
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In that case , Madam , you should welcome in a year “ . full of blessings ; every
thing that obstructs or disturbs “ tranquillity and self - enjoyment should be
removed , “ and every pleasure that frail humanity can taste should “ be yours .
In that case , Madam , you should welcome in a year “ . full of blessings ; every
thing that obstructs or disturbs “ tranquillity and self - enjoyment should be
removed , “ and every pleasure that frail humanity can taste should “ be yours .
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Page 82 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 200 - 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!" he says, with solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps "Dundee's" wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive "Martyrs...
Page 199 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave ; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents...
Page 178 - An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Page 178 - Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin' ! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O...
Page 367 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel 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...
Page 178 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Page 56 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 202 - And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Page 197 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
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| Title | Memorials of Robert Burns and of Some of His Contemporaries and Their Descendants |
| Authors | Peter Freeland Aiken, Robert Burns |
| Publisher | S. Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1876 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 28 Jun 2006 |
| Length | 422 pages |
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