The Genius of Scotland: Or Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and ReligionR. Carter, 1847 - 379 sider |
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... scenes are thus enlivened with useful information . In a word , it has been his endeavor , in an easy natural way , to give his readers an adequate conception of the Scenery , Literature , and Religion of Scotland . HARTFORD , CONN ...
... scenes are thus enlivened with useful information . In a word , it has been his endeavor , in an easy natural way , to give his readers an adequate conception of the Scenery , Literature , and Religion of Scotland . HARTFORD , CONN ...
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... scenes and places with new and peculiar attractions . Like the light of the moon streaming through a leafy grove and transforming its darkness into its own radiant beauty , the spirit of man diffuses its own inspiration through the ...
... scenes and places with new and peculiar attractions . Like the light of the moon streaming through a leafy grove and transforming its darkness into its own radiant beauty , the spirit of man diffuses its own inspiration through the ...
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... scenes below Their future peers . " * Or you might leave this scene , and study the Scottish character with some shepherd boy on the hills , as he reads God's word upon the green - sward , and meditates on things divine , while tending ...
... scenes below Their future peers . " * Or you might leave this scene , and study the Scottish character with some shepherd boy on the hills , as he reads God's word upon the green - sward , and meditates on things divine , while tending ...
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... scenes of " the Cotter's Saturday Night , " one of the sweetest poems in any language , are ex- act transcripts from real life , as Burns himself inti- His father was 66 a godly man , " and was wont , morning and evening , to " turn o ...
... scenes of " the Cotter's Saturday Night , " one of the sweetest poems in any language , are ex- act transcripts from real life , as Burns himself inti- His father was 66 a godly man , " and was wont , morning and evening , to " turn o ...
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... scenes like these auld Scotia's grandeur springs , That makes her loved at home , revered abroad ; Princes and lords are but the breath of kings , ' An honest man's the noblest work of God ? * O Scotia ! my dear , my native soil ! For ...
... scenes like these auld Scotia's grandeur springs , That makes her loved at home , revered abroad ; Princes and lords are but the breath of kings , ' An honest man's the noblest work of God ? * O Scotia ! my dear , my native soil ! For ...
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Side 14 - O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires!
Side 143 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Side 143 - What thou art we know not : What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Side 144 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Side 319 - Delicious is the lay that sings The haunts of happy lovers — The path that leads them to the grove, The leafy grove that covers ; And pity sanctifies the verse That paints, by strength of sorrow, The unconquerable strength of love : Bear witness, rueful Yarrow ! But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation. Meek loveliness is round thee spread — A softness still and holy, The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
Side 142 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Side 30 - O ! 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-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Side 180 - Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle. And each St Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle ! XXIV.
Side 213 - Thus saith the Lord, A voice was heard in Ramah, lamentation, and bitter weeping; Rachel weeping' for her children, refused to be comforted for her children, because they were not.
Side 87 - They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. 17 For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.