Early Critical Reviews on Robert BurnsW. Hodge, 1900 - 313 sider |
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... . I have not looked at mankind through the spectacles of books . An ounce of mother wit , ' you know , ' is worth a pound of clergy . " " The author is , indeed , a viii striking example of native genius , bursting through the.
... . I have not looked at mankind through the spectacles of books . An ounce of mother wit , ' you know , ' is worth a pound of clergy . " " The author is , indeed , a viii striking example of native genius , bursting through the.
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... native genius , bursting through the obscurity of poverty and the obstructions of laborious life . This notice is supposed to have been written by James Sibbald , the proprietor of the Magazine and the author of a work in four volumes ...
... native genius , bursting through the obscurity of poverty and the obstructions of laborious life . This notice is supposed to have been written by James Sibbald , the proprietor of the Magazine and the author of a work in four volumes ...
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... native county , Ayrshire , is thus supposed to address him : With future hope , I oft would gaze , Fond on thy little early ways . Thy rudely caroll'd chiming phrase , In uncouth rhymes , Fired at the simple artless lays Of other times ...
... native county , Ayrshire , is thus supposed to address him : With future hope , I oft would gaze , Fond on thy little early ways . Thy rudely caroll'd chiming phrase , In uncouth rhymes , Fired at the simple artless lays Of other times ...
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... native land to seek , under a West Indian clime , that shelter and support which Scotland has denied him . But I trust means may be found to prevent this resolution from taking place ; and I do my country no more than justice when I ...
... native land to seek , under a West Indian clime , that shelter and support which Scotland has denied him . But I trust means may be found to prevent this resolution from taking place ; and I do my country no more than justice when I ...
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... native feelings of the heart . They are always nervous , sometimes inelegant , often natural , simple , and sublime . The objects that have obtained the attention of the author are humble ; for he himself , born in a low station , and ...
... native feelings of the heart . They are always nervous , sometimes inelegant , often natural , simple , and sublime . The objects that have obtained the attention of the author are humble ; for he himself , born in a low station , and ...
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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.