The works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a criticism on his writings, Band 11800 |
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... gave " me more pleasure than any two books I ever " read since , were , The Life of Hannibal , and The " History of Sir William Wallace . Hannibal gave 66 my young ideas such a turn , that I used to " strut in raptures up and down after ...
... gave " me more pleasure than any two books I ever " read since , were , The Life of Hannibal , and The " History of Sir William Wallace . Hannibal gave 66 my young ideas such a turn , that I used to " strut in raptures up and down after ...
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... gave me great pleasure ; Sterne and " M'Kenzie - Tristram Shandy and The Man of Feeling were my bosom favourites . Poesy was " still a darling walk for my mind , but it was on- ly indulged in according to the humour of the hour . I had ...
... gave me great pleasure ; Sterne and " M'Kenzie - Tristram Shandy and The Man of Feeling were my bosom favourites . Poesy was " still a darling walk for my mind , but it was on- ly indulged in according to the humour of the hour . I had ...
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... cursed . " From this adventure I learned something of " a town life ; but the principal thing which gave my mind a turn , was a friendship I formed with 66 66 a 35 a young fellow , a very noble character , 50 LIFE OF.
... cursed . " From this adventure I learned something of " a town life ; but the principal thing which gave my mind a turn , was a friendship I formed with 66 66 a 35 a young fellow , a very noble character , 50 LIFE OF.
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... gave him a genteel education , with a view of bettering his situation in life . The patron dying just as he was ready to launch out into the world , the poor fellow in despair went to sca ; " where after a variety of good and ill ...
... gave him a genteel education , with a view of bettering his situation in life . The patron dying just as he was ready to launch out into the world , the poor fellow in despair went to sca ; " where after a variety of good and ill ...
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... gave me some idea of novels . Rhyme , except some religious pieces that are in print , I had given up ; but meeting with Ferguson's Scottish Poems , I strung a - new my wildly - sounding lyre with emulating vigour . When my father ...
... gave me some idea of novels . Rhyme , except some religious pieces that are in print , I had given up ; but meeting with Ferguson's Scottish Poems , I strung a - new my wildly - sounding lyre with emulating vigour . When my father ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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 !
Seite 43 - ... promises, kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from troubling and where the weary are at rest!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.