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... turn for style , its turn for melancholy , and its turn for natural magic , for catching and rendering the charm of nature in a wonder- fully new and vivid way , - I should answer with some doubt that it got much of its turn for style ...
... turn for style , its turn for melancholy , and its turn for natural magic , for catching and rendering the charm of nature in a wonder- fully new and vivid way , - I should answer with some doubt that it got much of its turn for style ...
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... turn a fruitful source of inspiration to two great poets of the next generation , Wordsworth and Byron . " - Let us now see what Burns himself says of the inheritance which came to him . He says : - " What I knew of ancient story was ...
... turn a fruitful source of inspiration to two great poets of the next generation , Wordsworth and Byron . " - Let us now see what Burns himself says of the inheritance which came to him . He says : - " What I knew of ancient story was ...
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... turn that I used to strut in raptures up and down after the recruiting drum and bagpipe , and wish myself tall enough to be a soldier ; while the story of Wallace poured a Scottish prejudice into my veins which will boil along there ...
... turn that I used to strut in raptures up and down after the recruiting drum and bagpipe , and wish myself tall enough to be a soldier ; while the story of Wallace poured a Scottish prejudice into my veins which will boil along there ...
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... turn , and find in them at once a perfect utterance , and a fresh tie of brotherhood . " J. C. SHAIRp . " By the striking excellence of his own contributions , and by the exquisite tact with which he handled and improved traditional ma ...
... turn , and find in them at once a perfect utterance , and a fresh tie of brotherhood . " J. C. SHAIRp . " By the striking excellence of his own contributions , and by the exquisite tact with which he handled and improved traditional ma ...
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... turn'd her head , An ' clos'd her een amang the dead ! POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our Bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last , sad cape - stane ...
... turn'd her head , An ' clos'd her een amang the dead ! POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our Bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last , sad cape - stane ...
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Страница 57 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Страница 83 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth...
Страница 154 - OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi
Страница 112 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent-earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield, But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane.
Страница 106 - I've notic'd, on our Laird's court-day, An' mony a time my heart's been wae, Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear, He'll apprehend them, poind their gear ; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear an' tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches ? LUATII.
Страница 80 - MY lov'd, my honor'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays : With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
Страница 68 - But, mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain; The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Страница 111 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Страница 157 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
Страница 86 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;" And certes, in fair virtue's heav'nly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp?