The works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a criticism on his writings, Volume 11800 |
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... muse of Butler , whose pictures lose their interest , since their archetypes are lost . Some of the peculiarities common a- mong the more rigid disciples of Calvinism in Scotland , in the present times , have given scope to the ridicule ...
... muse of Butler , whose pictures lose their interest , since their archetypes are lost . Some of the peculiarities common a- mong the more rigid disciples of Calvinism in Scotland , in the present times , have given scope to the ridicule ...
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... muse of Scotland , or of the greater number of these love - songs themselves , it would be diffi- cult to trace ; they have accumulated in the silent lapse of time , and it is now perhaps impossible to give an arrangement of them in the ...
... muse of Scotland , or of the greater number of these love - songs themselves , it would be diffi- cult to trace ; they have accumulated in the silent lapse of time , and it is now perhaps impossible to give an arrangement of them in the ...
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... Mirth , " with thee I mean to live ; and certainly , if any person who knew the two boys , had been ask- ed , which of them was the most likely to court 66 66 66 " the " the muses , he would surely never have guessed ROBERT BURNS . 91.
... Mirth , " with thee I mean to live ; and certainly , if any person who knew the two boys , had been ask- ed , which of them was the most likely to court 66 66 66 " the " the muses , he would surely never have guessed ROBERT BURNS . 91.
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Robert Burns. " the muses , he would surely never have guessed " that Robert had a propensity of that kind . 66 66 " In the year 1767 , Mr. Burnes quitted his " mud edifice , and took possession of a farm , ( Mount Oliphant ) of his own ...
Robert Burns. " the muses , he would surely never have guessed " that Robert had a propensity of that kind . 66 66 " In the year 1767 , Mr. Burnes quitted his " mud edifice , and took possession of a farm , ( Mount Oliphant ) of his own ...
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... catch fire , and his shop to be consumed to ashes . The energy of Burns ' mind was not exhausted by his daily labours , the effusions of his muse , his social social pleasures , or his solitary meditations . Some time ROBERT BURNS . 105.
... catch fire , and his shop to be consumed to ashes . The energy of Burns ' mind was not exhausted by his daily labours , the effusions of his muse , his social social pleasures , or his solitary meditations . Some time ROBERT BURNS . 105.
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Page 87 - 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.
Page 86 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay his head; How his first followers and servants sped: The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then, kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope springs...
Page 86 - With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of heaven's avenging ire; Or, Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Page 87 - And proffer up to heaven the warm request, That HE who stills the raven's clam'rous nest, And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way his wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide, But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Page 49 - Poesy was still a darling walk for my mind, but it was only indulged in according to the humour of the hour. I had usually half a dozen or more pieces on hand; I took up one or other, as it suited the momentary tone of the mind, and dismissed the work as it bordered, on fatigue. My passions, when once lighted up, raged like so many devils, till they got vent in rhyme; and then the conning over my verses, like a spell, soothed all into quiet!
Page 85 - 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 !
Page 43 - ... promises, kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from troubling and where the weary are at rest!
Page 45 - The great misfortune of my life was — to want an aim. I had felt early some stirrings of ambition, but they were the blind gropings of Homer's Cyclops round the walls of his cave.
Page 254 - The poetic genius of my country found me, as the prophetic bard Elijah did Elisha, at the plough, and threw her inspiring mantle over me. She bade me sing the loves, the joys, the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my native soil, in my native tongue. I tuned my wild, artless notes, as she inspired.
Page 301 - But, fare you weel, auld Nickie-ben! O wad ye tak a thought an' men' ! Ye aiblins might — I dinna ken — • Still hae a stake — I'm wae to think upo' yon den, Ev'n for your sake ! THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE, THE AUTHOR'S ONLY PET YOWE.