Early Critical Reviews on Robert BurnsW. Hodge, 1900 - 313 sider |
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... circumstances of his humble station , I mean not to rest his pretensions solely on that title or to urge the merits of his poetry when considered in relation to the lowness of his birth , and the little opportunity of improvement which ...
... circumstances of his humble station , I mean not to rest his pretensions solely on that title or to urge the merits of his poetry when considered in relation to the lowness of his birth , and the little opportunity of improvement which ...
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... circumstances , that no extract from them would be sufficiently intelligible to our English readers . The modern ear will be somewhat disgusted with the measure of many of these pieces , which is faithfully copied from that which was ...
... circumstances , that no extract from them would be sufficiently intelligible to our English readers . The modern ear will be somewhat disgusted with the measure of many of these pieces , which is faithfully copied from that which was ...
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... circumstance not a little curious , and which does not seem to be satisfactorily explained , that in the thir- teenth century the language of the two British nations , if at all different , differed only in dialect , the Gaelic in the ...
... circumstance not a little curious , and which does not seem to be satisfactorily explained , that in the thir- teenth century the language of the two British nations , if at all different , differed only in dialect , the Gaelic in the ...
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... circumstances and satisfied with their lot . Some sparks of that spirit of chivalry , for which they are celebrated by Froissart , remained , sufficient to inspire elevation of sentiment and gallantry towards the fair sex . The ...
... circumstances and satisfied with their lot . Some sparks of that spirit of chivalry , for which they are celebrated by Froissart , remained , sufficient to inspire elevation of sentiment and gallantry towards the fair sex . The ...
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... circumstances it admits of an easy explanation . The Scottish poets who have written in the dialect of Scotland have been at all times remarkable for dwelling on subjects of humour , in which , indeed , many of them have excelled . It ...
... circumstances it admits of an easy explanation . The Scottish poets who have written in the dialect of Scotland have been at all times remarkable for dwelling on subjects of humour , in which , indeed , many of them have excelled . It ...
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Side 55 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Side 78 - Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi...
Side 73 - Bagdat in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and, passing from one thought to another, surely, said I, man is but a shadow and life a dream.
Side 223 - That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a
Side 5 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Side 78 - His wee bit ingle, blinkin bonnily, His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie wifie's smile, The lisping infant prattling on his knee, Does a' his weary carking cares beguile, An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun
Side 61 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Side 80 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Side 78 - 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 !* he says, with solemn air.
Side 114 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.