Essays critical and imaginativeBlackwood, 1857 |
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... Night , " or a bold thought of " Scots wha hae wi ' Wallace bled , " may come across him ; and he who in such a spirit loves home and country , by whose side may he not walk an equal in the broad eye of day as it shines over our ...
... Night , " or a bold thought of " Scots wha hae wi ' Wallace bled , " may come across him ; and he who in such a spirit loves home and country , by whose side may he not walk an equal in the broad eye of day as it shines over our ...
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... night , and in the midst of happiness ; yet even then , sometimes saddened , no doubt , to see something more than solemnity or awfulness . on his father's face , that was always turned kindly towards the children , but seldom wore a ...
... night , and in the midst of happiness ; yet even then , sometimes saddened , no doubt , to see something more than solemnity or awfulness . on his father's face , that was always turned kindly towards the children , but seldom wore a ...
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... night , and Robert hardest of them all . At fifteen he was the principal labourer on the farm , and relieved his father from holding the plough . Two years before he had assisted in thrashing the crop of corn . The two noble brothers ...
... night , and Robert hardest of them all . At fifteen he was the principal labourer on the farm , and relieved his father from holding the plough . Two years before he had assisted in thrashing the crop of corn . The two noble brothers ...
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... Night's Dream . " 66 How full of fine poetry are one and all of his " Epistles " to his friends Sillar , Lapraik , Simpson , Smith , -worthy men one and all , and among them much mother - wit almost as good as genius , and thought to be ...
... Night's Dream . " 66 How full of fine poetry are one and all of his " Epistles " to his friends Sillar , Lapraik , Simpson , Smith , -worthy men one and all , and among them much mother - wit almost as good as genius , and thought to be ...
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... night ! The Muse , nae poet ever fand her , Till by himsel ' he learn'd to wander , Adown some trotting burn's meander , An ' no think lang ; Or sweet to stray , and pensive ponder A heart - felt sang ! " It has been thoughtlessly said ...
... night ! The Muse , nae poet ever fand her , Till by himsel ' he learn'd to wander , Adown some trotting burn's meander , An ' no think lang ; Or sweet to stray , and pensive ponder A heart - felt sang ! " It has been thoughtlessly said ...
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside auld ballad bard beautiful believe better breast breath Burns's called character charm Christabel clouds Coleridge Colonsay Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight dream Dumfries earth Ellisland evil eyes face fair fancy fear feel felt frae gauger genius George Thomson Grasmere hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil honour hope hour human imagination inspired knew labour lady Lars Porsena lictors light living look Mauchline mind morning Mossgiel nature never noble o'er once passion perhaps pity poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride racter Robert Burns round Scotland Scottish seems Shanter Shuffler sing smile song soul spirit strong sweet tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice walk whole Whyles wild wonder words Young Poets youth
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299 psl. - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
297 psl. - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
341 psl. - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
336 psl. - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast.
335 psl. - The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
33 psl. - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
337 psl. - And now the Storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. "'With sloping masts and dipping prow As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
340 psl. - The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. " About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white.
342 psl. - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
340 psl. - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...