All about BurnsJ.S. Ogilvie Publishing Company, 1896 - 178 страница |
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... wrote much which in many ways it would have been better for his good name and fame he had never com- mitted to paper . We regard Burns as a man , with a full share of all the faults and follies of the men of his time , rather than one ...
... wrote much which in many ways it would have been better for his good name and fame he had never com- mitted to paper . We regard Burns as a man , with a full share of all the faults and follies of the men of his time , rather than one ...
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... man ; but that is a theory which is not borne out by facts . We do not know who wrote the Book of Job , but that does not decrease our veneration and love for that magnificent poem , and we question whether , if we did ALL ABOUT BURNS . 11.
... man ; but that is a theory which is not borne out by facts . We do not know who wrote the Book of Job , but that does not decrease our veneration and love for that magnificent poem , and we question whether , if we did ALL ABOUT BURNS . 11.
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... wrote in connection with his reflections on this book . " Even then a wish ( I mind its power ) — A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast , That I , for poor auld Scotland's sake Some useful plan or beuk could make ...
... wrote in connection with his reflections on this book . " Even then a wish ( I mind its power ) — A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast , That I , for poor auld Scotland's sake Some useful plan or beuk could make ...
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... wrote more or less fully , and which , be it said with thanks , was destroyed or has been lost . These four years were too full of the tragedy and business of life to permit the mind to wander much from the terrible problem of existence ...
... wrote more or less fully , and which , be it said with thanks , was destroyed or has been lost . These four years were too full of the tragedy and business of life to permit the mind to wander much from the terrible problem of existence ...
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... wrote . While not exactly endorsing that praise , there can be no doubt that the song of " Mary Morrison " is one of the most perfect lyrics he ever composed and that with its completion he had given evidence that he was to become his ...
... wrote . While not exactly endorsing that praise , there can be no doubt that the song of " Mary Morrison " is one of the most perfect lyrics he ever composed and that with its completion he had given evidence that he was to become his ...
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Страница 65 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Страница 77 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Страница 128 - Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that mother wept her soldier slain ; Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops mingling with the milk he drew Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery baptized in tears.
Страница 128 - ... enough to be much interested in his poetry, and would have given the world to know him; but I had very little acquaintance with any literary people, and still less with the gentry of the west country, the two sets that he most frequented. Mr Thomas Grierson was at that time a clerk of my father's. He knew Burns, and promised to ask him to his lodgings to dinner, but had no opportunity to keep his word, otherwise I might have seen more of this distinguished man.
Страница 30 - It's no in makin muckle mair: It's no in books ; it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If Happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang.
Страница 23 - The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Страница 29 - It's hardly in a body's pow'r, To keep, at times, frae being sour, To see how things are shar'd ; How best o...
Страница 18 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing' That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Страница 160 - With the ready trick and fable, Round we wander all the day; And at night, in barn or stable, Hug our doxies on the hay.
Страница 25 - I am quite transported at the thought that ere long, perhaps very soon, I shall bid an eternal adieu to all the pains, and...