Early Critical Reviews on Robert BurnsW. Hodge, 1900 - 313 sider |
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Side 37
... passing thought , she fled In light away . In various poems Burns has exhibited the picture of a mind under the deep impression of real sorrow . The Lament , the Ode to Ruin , Despondency , and Winter , a Dirge , are of this character ...
... passing thought , she fled In light away . In various poems Burns has exhibited the picture of a mind under the deep impression of real sorrow . The Lament , the Ode to Ruin , Despondency , and Winter , a Dirge , are of this character ...
Side 73
... passing accident ? Or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ? —Vol . ii . , pp . 195-197 . To this we may add the following passage , as a part , indeed , of the same picture : - There is scarcely any ...
... passing accident ? Or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ? —Vol . ii . , pp . 195-197 . To this we may add the following passage , as a part , indeed , of the same picture : - There is scarcely any ...
Side 75
... passing , to observe that the Scotch is not to be considered as a provincial dialect the vehicle only of rustic vulgarity and rude local humour . It is the language of a whole country long an independent kingdom , and still separate in ...
... passing , to observe that the Scotch is not to be considered as a provincial dialect the vehicle only of rustic vulgarity and rude local humour . It is the language of a whole country long an independent kingdom , and still separate in ...
Side 107
... passed over such trivial circumstances without a moment's reflection , sob over the picture when its outline had been filled up by the magic art of his eloquence . The political predilections - for they could hardly be termed principles ...
... passed over such trivial circumstances without a moment's reflection , sob over the picture when its outline had been filled up by the magic art of his eloquence . The political predilections - for they could hardly be termed principles ...
Side 110
... passed through his hands without receiving some of those magic touches which , without greatly altering the song , restored its original spirit , or gave it more than it had ever possessed . So dexterously are these touches combined ...
... passed through his hands without receiving some of those magic touches which , without greatly altering the song , restored its original spirit , or gave it more than it had ever possessed . So dexterously are these touches combined ...
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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.