Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 pages |
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Page 48
... tastes of a people . And never did a poet write so purely and so truthfully on this subject , as Burns . Every thought is a touch of na- ture , every expression the articulate beatings of his own heart . Let any one study the poetry of ...
... tastes of a people . And never did a poet write so purely and so truthfully on this subject , as Burns . Every thought is a touch of na- ture , every expression the articulate beatings of his own heart . Let any one study the poetry of ...
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... taste of that country , the barriers of English literary independence were entirely broken down . England then became a province of the great republic of Eu- ropean letters . letters . And a French taste , called a classi- cal taste ...
... taste of that country , the barriers of English literary independence were entirely broken down . England then became a province of the great republic of Eu- ropean letters . letters . And a French taste , called a classi- cal taste ...
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... taste began to appear . Thomson , both in his style and in his topics , showed that the dawn of a better taste was opening . He was more natural and more homely . And Cow- per approached nearer still to the old standards , by treating ...
... taste began to appear . Thomson , both in his style and in his topics , showed that the dawn of a better taste was opening . He was more natural and more homely . And Cow- per approached nearer still to the old standards , by treating ...
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... taste of his age . He was not more isolated from the fashion- able circles of social life , by his humble birth , than he was from the literary taste of the age , by his pe- culiar mental culture , and his natural literary in- stincts ...
... taste of his age . He was not more isolated from the fashion- able circles of social life , by his humble birth , than he was from the literary taste of the age , by his pe- culiar mental culture , and his natural literary in- stincts ...
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... tastes , that the most unnatural things often seem beautiful ; and in our narrow views of art , we re- strain within artificial limits the rich and various luxuriance of nature , and thus cramp the energy and extinguish the fire of ...
... tastes , that the most unnatural things often seem beautiful ; and in our narrow views of art , we re- strain within artificial limits the rich and various luxuriance of nature , and thus cramp the energy and extinguish the fire of ...
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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.