The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1857 |
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... felt - felt so poignantly , all the agonies and all the transports of life . He looked around him , and when he saw the smoke of the cottage rising up quietly and unbroken to heaven , he knew , for he had seen and blessed it , the quiet ...
... felt - felt so poignantly , all the agonies and all the transports of life . He looked around him , and when he saw the smoke of the cottage rising up quietly and unbroken to heaven , he knew , for he had seen and blessed it , the quiet ...
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... felt the power Of nature , and already was prepared , By his intense conceptions , to receive Deeply the lesson deep of love , which he Whom nature , by whatever means , has taught To feel intensely , cannot but receive . SUCH WAS THE ...
... felt the power Of nature , and already was prepared , By his intense conceptions , to receive Deeply the lesson deep of love , which he Whom nature , by whatever means , has taught To feel intensely , cannot but receive . SUCH WAS THE ...
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... felt even of the dead . But such sorrow as this the more endeared her husband to her heart - a heart ever faithful - and at times when she needed to practise that hardest of all virtues in a wife- forgiving ; but here all he desired was ...
... felt even of the dead . But such sorrow as this the more endeared her husband to her heart - a heart ever faithful - and at times when she needed to practise that hardest of all virtues in a wife- forgiving ; but here all he desired was ...
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... felt sang ! " It has been thoughtlessly said that Burns had no very deep love of nature , and that he has shown no very great power as a descriptive poet . The few lines quoted suffice to set aside that assertion ; but it is true that ...
... felt sang ! " It has been thoughtlessly said that Burns had no very deep love of nature , and that he has shown no very great power as a descriptive poet . The few lines quoted suffice to set aside that assertion ; but it is true that ...
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... as from an unpolluted fountain , the inspiration of pious song ! But its effect on innumerable hearts is not now electrical - it inspires peace . It is felt yet , and sadly changed THE GENIUS AND CHARACTER OF BURNS . 29.
... as from an unpolluted fountain , the inspiration of pious song ! But its effect on innumerable hearts is not now electrical - it inspires peace . It is felt yet , and sadly changed THE GENIUS AND CHARACTER OF BURNS . 29.
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1857 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1865 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1857 |
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside auld ballad bard beautiful believe 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 fancy father 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 light living look Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel nature never noble o'er once passion perhaps pity poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride racter Robert Burns round Scotland Scots wha hae 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 wife wild William Burnes wonder words youth
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