Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Том 2Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... turning over of each blessed page , came upon the ear of the " holy child " from white - robed saints all kneeling before His throne in heaven ! Her life seemed to be the same in sleep . Often at mid- night , by the light of the moon ...
... turning over of each blessed page , came upon the ear of the " holy child " from white - robed saints all kneeling before His throne in heaven ! Her life seemed to be the same in sleep . Often at mid- night , by the light of the moon ...
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... turns away her painted cheek from the mountain bard ; but when , at the shrine of true poetry , did ever such votaries devoutly worship ? Cold , false , and hollow , ever has been their admiration of genius - and dif- ferent , indeed ...
... turns away her painted cheek from the mountain bard ; but when , at the shrine of true poetry , did ever such votaries devoutly worship ? Cold , false , and hollow , ever has been their admiration of genius - and dif- ferent , indeed ...
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... turn the treasures ? Why , unable to give back every man his own — for they were all dead , buried , and forgotten - by a potent prayer he evoked from his pool - palace , overshadowed by the Dalswinton woods , the genius of the Nith ...
... turn the treasures ? Why , unable to give back every man his own — for they were all dead , buried , and forgotten - by a potent prayer he evoked from his pool - palace , overshadowed by the Dalswinton woods , the genius of the Nith ...
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... turn pale ! Let England then leave Scotland to her shame about Burns - and , thinking of her own treatment of Bloomfield , cover her own face with both her hands - and confess that it was most base . At least let her not impudently ...
... turn pale ! Let England then leave Scotland to her shame about Burns - and , thinking of her own treatment of Bloomfield , cover her own face with both her hands - and confess that it was most base . At least let her not impudently ...
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... turn their backs and fly ! Disgraced are the mothers that bore them - and " happy in my mind , " wives and widows , " were ye that died , " undoomed to hear the tidings of this wretched overthow ! Heavens and earth ! sixty are flying ...
... turn their backs and fly ! Disgraced are the mothers that bore them - and " happy in my mind , " wives and widows , " were ye that died , " undoomed to hear the tidings of this wretched overthow ! Heavens and earth ! sixty are flying ...
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admiration Allan Cunninghame Audubon beauty beneath birds Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine bless bosom breath bright Burns Christopher North cold dear death delight divine dream ears earth Eusebius eyes face fair fancy fear feel flowers Gala water genius glorious glory grave Hamish hand happy hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human imagination immortal immortal song inspired Italy knew land lassie light living look moral mountains naturalists nature nest never night o'er Ornithology passion perhaps philosophic naturalist poem poet poetical poetry rhapsodist Robert Burns round Scotland Scottish seems shepherd shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak spirit stars strong sublime sugh sweet tears tell tempest thee thing thou thought tion trees truth verse voice whole wild Wilson wings wonder woods words young young Jessie youth
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