The Centennial Birth-day of Robert Burns: As Celebrated by the ... Burns Club of the City of New York, Tuesday, January, 25th, 1859Lang & Laing, 1860 - 136 pages |
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... sung , for Burns ' mother was the mother of Burns ' poetry . Her songs and ballads were in great store and of a moral aim . The song which she loved most to sing and Burns most loved to hear , was " The Life and Age of Man , " comparing ...
... sung , for Burns ' mother was the mother of Burns ' poetry . Her songs and ballads were in great store and of a moral aim . The song which she loved most to sing and Burns most loved to hear , was " The Life and Age of Man , " comparing ...
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... sung ; sweet flowers found foot - room ; pure lakes and rock - bound brooks looked silently up to God ; the spice- bush , and vines purple with berries , and grass , and moaning pines and wind - waved larches - these all held fellowship ...
... sung ; sweet flowers found foot - room ; pure lakes and rock - bound brooks looked silently up to God ; the spice- bush , and vines purple with berries , and grass , and moaning pines and wind - waved larches - these all held fellowship ...
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... sung the humors of his fellow men . He lifted up the superstitions of the time and gave them beauty ; and gathering up the lower thoughts of men , and shedding the light of his genius upon them , has made them beautiful forever . He ...
... sung the humors of his fellow men . He lifted up the superstitions of the time and gave them beauty ; and gathering up the lower thoughts of men , and shedding the light of his genius upon them , has made them beautiful forever . He ...
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... sung , and no one would be more delighted to do honor to his memory . I am very respectfully , Your friend and obedient servant , H. MAXWELL . FROM JOHN L. LEWIS , GRAND MASTER , ETC. OFFICE OF THE GRAND MASTER OF THE GRAND LODGE OF ...
... sung , and no one would be more delighted to do honor to his memory . I am very respectfully , Your friend and obedient servant , H. MAXWELL . FROM JOHN L. LEWIS , GRAND MASTER , ETC. OFFICE OF THE GRAND MASTER OF THE GRAND LODGE OF ...
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... sung , on the banks of the Ganges - the music flowing out at the open windows on the soft evening air of that region , and mingling with the murmurs of the sacred river . A little later , he might have heard the same sounds from the ...
... sung , on the banks of the Ganges - the music flowing out at the open windows on the soft evening air of that region , and mingling with the murmurs of the sacred river . A little later , he might have heard the same sounds from the ...
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Page 54 - 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 19 - I had usually half a dozen or more pieces on hand ; I took up one or other, as it suited the momentary tone of the mind, and dismissed the work as it bordered on fatigue. My passions, when once lighted up, raged like so many devils, till they got vent in rhyme; and then the conning over my verses, like a spell, soothed all into quiet...
Page 23 - I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry.
Page 50 - 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 51 - 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 108 - WILD Rose of Alloway ! my thanks : Thou 'mindst me of that autumn noon When first we met upon " the banks And braes o
Page 52 - I went to see him laid out for the grave; several eldern people were with me. He lay in a plain unadorned coffin, with a linen sheet drawn over his face, and on the bed, and around the body, herbs and flowers were thickly strewn according to the usage of the country. He was wasted somewhat by long illness; but death had not increased the swarthy hue of his face, which was uncommonly dark and deeply marked...
Page 112 - 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...
Page 55 - ... appealing, Broke in upon the sweet refrain Of pure and healthful feeling, It died upon the eye and ear, No inward answer gaining; No heart had I to see or hear The discord and the staining. Let those who never erred forget His worth, in vain bewailings; 90 Sweet Soul of Song!
Page 83 - Ordain'd to fire th' adoring sons of earth, With every charm of wisdom and of worth ; Ordain'd to light, with intellectual day, The mazy wheels of Nature as they play, Or, warm with Fancy's energy, to glow, And rival all but Shakspeare's name below.