Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 pages |
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... look out on a soft moonlight scene , you will have impressions produced upon you very much like those produced by the music . A vague melancholy feel- ing will come over you . Now , in this case , as well as in that of the music , our ...
... look out on a soft moonlight scene , you will have impressions produced upon you very much like those produced by the music . A vague melancholy feel- ing will come over you . Now , in this case , as well as in that of the music , our ...
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... look for our proofs and illustrations , into that great mirror , where all the beautiful objects of nature are reflected in the exact impressions which they make upon the heart of man : I mean poetry . For , it is in its descriptions ...
... look for our proofs and illustrations , into that great mirror , where all the beautiful objects of nature are reflected in the exact impressions which they make upon the heart of man : I mean poetry . For , it is in its descriptions ...
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... look , the morn in russet mantle clad , Walks o'er the dew of yon high Eastern hill . " And again , 66 Night's candles are burnt out , and jocund day , Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops . " These touchingly beautiful descriptions ...
... look , the morn in russet mantle clad , Walks o'er the dew of yon high Eastern hill . " And again , 66 Night's candles are burnt out , and jocund day , Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops . " These touchingly beautiful descriptions ...
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... look , the burning spring Averts her blushful look . " And Burns , in his Elegy on Thomson , thus speaks of spring : - " While virgin Spring , by Eden's flood Unfolds her tender mantle green , Or pranks the sod , in frolic mood , Or ...
... look , the burning spring Averts her blushful look . " And Burns , in his Elegy on Thomson , thus speaks of spring : - " While virgin Spring , by Eden's flood Unfolds her tender mantle green , Or pranks the sod , in frolic mood , Or ...
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... look at the descriptions by poets of the flowers that smile so modestly amidst the glo- ries of nature , we find them weaving around them associations borrowed from woman . Prior thus speaks of the cowslip : — " The cowslip smiles , in ...
... look at the descriptions by poets of the flowers that smile so modestly amidst the glo- ries of nature , we find them weaving around them associations borrowed from woman . Prior thus speaks of the cowslip : — " The cowslip smiles , in ...
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acquaintance Allan Ramsay ambition ancient associations awakened Ayrshire beauty bosom breath Burns's character charms Clarinda conversation criticism divine Duchess of Gordon Dugald Stewart Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh elements Ellisland embodied English expression exquisite fame fancy father feeling felt flowers frae genius give Glencairn glory Greek happy harp heart highest honor Hudibras human humble humor ideal impression inspiration labors letter literary literature living look manners Mary Campbell material imagery Mauchline mind moral muse nature never night noble o'er O'Shanter objects peasant peculiar pleasure poem poet poetic poetry rhyme Robert Burns satire says scene Scotland Scots Scots College Scottish Scottish literature seen sentiments Shakspeare songs soul spirit stream sweet sympathy Tam O'Shanter taste tender thing Thomson thou thought thro tion touch truth tune ture verses walk whole Whyles woman write written youth
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Page 64 - 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...
Page 90 - O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion : What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n devotion ! EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND.
Page 179 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 133 - 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.
Page 89 - 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 58 - What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns an' stools? If honest Nature made you fools, What sairs your grammars ? Ye'd better taen up spades and shools, Or knappin-hammers. A set o' dull, conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college-classes, They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o
Page 44 - 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 the evening gale...
Page 174 - 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 favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
Page 79 - Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 20 - And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.