Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott: Two LivesG. Routledge, 1858 - Всего страниц: 278 |
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... turned up by the plough ? But the charm of Burns is different from that of Shakspeare in this respect , that while Shak- speare is so myriad - minded and so many - formed that he almost ceases to be an individual , there never was so ...
... turned up by the plough ? But the charm of Burns is different from that of Shakspeare in this respect , that while Shak- speare is so myriad - minded and so many - formed that he almost ceases to be an individual , there never was so ...
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... turned it into a nursery garden , and fought his way as well as he could . A venerable man , though working for his daily bread ; a stern disciplinarian , and deep in all the mysteries of the theology of his persuasion , but softened ...
... turned it into a nursery garden , and fought his way as well as he could . A venerable man , though working for his daily bread ; a stern disciplinarian , and deep in all the mysteries of the theology of his persuasion , but softened ...
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... turned the milk sour , and got the dairymaid scolded or sent away ; and hideously ill - natured imps , who mislaid everything , so that the housewife never could find her keys when she wanted them ; who put everything in its wrong place ...
... turned the milk sour , and got the dairymaid scolded or sent away ; and hideously ill - natured imps , who mislaid everything , so that the housewife never could find her keys when she wanted them ; who put everything in its wrong place ...
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... turned them at first . It was as the fiercest satirist of one of the parties which then divided the religious world of Ayrshire that he let loose his irreverent muse . Whether the worthy per- sons he attacked were right or wrong in the ...
... turned them at first . It was as the fiercest satirist of one of the parties which then divided the religious world of Ayrshire that he let loose his irreverent muse . Whether the worthy per- sons he attacked were right or wrong in the ...
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... turned into ridicule the leaders of the party he belonged to . Here was a real suffering . Burns forgot his wretched fields - his prospects of distress . The worst of evils had come upon him , and all day long he looked despairing to ...
... turned into ridicule the leaders of the party he belonged to . Here was a real suffering . Burns forgot his wretched fields - his prospects of distress . The worst of evils had come upon him , and all day long he looked despairing to ...
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Стр. 55 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Стр. 61 - Ae farewell, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee...
Стр. 37 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Стр. 65 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...
Стр. 35 - SOLDIER, REST! THY WARFARE O'ER" From " The Lady of the Lake " SOLDIER, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Стр. 87 - And, oh ! 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-loved Isle.
Стр. 21 - At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast; And first the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears; And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave Floating like foam upon the wave...
Стр. 87 - An honest man's the noblest work of God.' And certes in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind: What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined!
Стр. 19 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day ! Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Стр. 82 - No mercenary bard his homage pays ; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end : My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways ; What Aikin in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween ! November chill blaws loud wi...