Robert Burns: As a Poet, and as a ManBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 209 pages |
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... thoughts and the diction of the poet , that in all ages he has been said to be inspired . A special gift of divinity has been thought to be vouchsafed to him . When God put the harp into the hand of David , he conferred greater glory ...
... thoughts and the diction of the poet , that in all ages he has been said to be inspired . A special gift of divinity has been thought to be vouchsafed to him . When God put the harp into the hand of David , he conferred greater glory ...
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... thought of futurity , if she confined all her views within those limits which bound our present existence , she would neither waste her strength on so great toils , nor harass herself with so many cares and watchings , nor struggle so ...
... thought of futurity , if she confined all her views within those limits which bound our present existence , she would neither waste her strength on so great toils , nor harass herself with so many cares and watchings , nor struggle so ...
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... thought presumptuous , that I should try my unskilled hand upon the theory of the beautiful , after so many masters have failed in efforts to discover and set it forth : that I should hope to embrace ideal beauty in my arms , when she ...
... thought presumptuous , that I should try my unskilled hand upon the theory of the beautiful , after so many masters have failed in efforts to discover and set it forth : that I should hope to embrace ideal beauty in my arms , when she ...
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... thoughts , its feelings , its emotions , its love ; for every part of the form breathes forth expression . Even the ... thought . This , then , is the great truth which lies at the foundation of the theory of the beautiful : The beauty ...
... thoughts , its feelings , its emotions , its love ; for every part of the form breathes forth expression . Even the ... thought . This , then , is the great truth which lies at the foundation of the theory of the beautiful : The beauty ...
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... thought , that it is the moonbeam in the stream , which heightens , by its own inherent power alone , the beauty of the love in the breast of the maiden . But it is just the reverse . It was bonnie Jean who awakened , in the bosom of ...
... thought , that it is the moonbeam in the stream , which heightens , by its own inherent power alone , the beauty of the love in the breast of the maiden . But it is just the reverse . It was bonnie Jean who awakened , in the bosom of ...
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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.