Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott: Two LivesG. Routledge, 1858 - 278 страница |
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... seems a poor speculation unless supported by skill and wealth . Burns may have had skill , but it was merely the mechanic skill of holding the plough or guiding the harrow ; and wealth he had none . Yet he fought a gallant fight with ...
... seems a poor speculation unless supported by skill and wealth . Burns may have had skill , but it was merely the mechanic skill of holding the plough or guiding the harrow ; and wealth he had none . Yet he fought a gallant fight with ...
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... seems marvellous that we escaped the horrors of as bloody a revolution as our neighbours . The wisest of our statesmen saw little chance of avoiding a universal disruption of society , a reign L of terror , a state of anarchy , to be 36 ...
... seems marvellous that we escaped the horrors of as bloody a revolution as our neighbours . The wisest of our statesmen saw little chance of avoiding a universal disruption of society , a reign L of terror , a state of anarchy , to be 36 ...
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... under the sun , and seems to depend for its success as much on the finer qualities of the heart as on the faculties of the head . But what could the benevolence and skill of the excellent Dr. Maxwell do ? There ROBERT BURNS . 43.
... under the sun , and seems to depend for its success as much on the finer qualities of the heart as on the faculties of the head . But what could the benevolence and skill of the excellent Dr. Maxwell do ? There ROBERT BURNS . 43.
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... seem'd in a bleeze ; Thro ' ilka bore the beams were glancing ; And loud resounded mirth and dancing . Inspiring bold John Barleycorn ! What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! Wi ' tippenny , we fear nae evil ; Wi ' usquabae we'll face ...
... seem'd in a bleeze ; Thro ' ilka bore the beams were glancing ; And loud resounded mirth and dancing . Inspiring bold John Barleycorn ! What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! Wi ' tippenny , we fear nae evil ; Wi ' usquabae we'll face ...
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... seems to have been a tiff of some sort between a young lassie and her wooer , which resulted in a temporary estrangement , and Burns , acting as the poetic chronicler of this event , ought to have treated us to sighs and sobs , with a ...
... seems to have been a tiff of some sort between a young lassie and her wooer , which resulted in a temporary estrangement , and Burns , acting as the poetic chronicler of this event , ought to have treated us to sighs and sobs , with a ...
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Страница 55 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Страница 61 - Ae farewell, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee...
Страница 37 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Страница 65 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...
Страница 35 - SOLDIER, REST! THY WARFARE O'ER" From " The Lady of the Lake " SOLDIER, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Страница 87 - And, oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Страница 21 - At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast; And first the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears; And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave Floating like foam upon the wave...
Страница 87 - An honest man's the noblest work of God.' And certes in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind: What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined!
Страница 19 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day ! Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Страница 82 - 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 Aikin in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween ! November chill blaws loud wi...