The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1857 |
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... feeling , image , drawn from any other region than his native district - the hearth- stone of his father's hut - the still or troubled chamber of his own generous and passionate bosom . Dear to him the jocund laughter of the reapers on ...
... feeling , image , drawn from any other region than his native district - the hearth- stone of his father's hut - the still or troubled chamber of his own generous and passionate bosom . Dear to him the jocund laughter of the reapers on ...
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... feel that they have had treasures bequeathed to them by one of themselves - treasures of the heart , the in- tellect , the fancy , and the imagination , of which the possession and the enjoyment are one and the same , as long as they ...
... feel that they have had treasures bequeathed to them by one of themselves - treasures of the heart , the in- tellect , the fancy , and the imagination , of which the possession and the enjoyment are one and the same , as long as they ...
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... feel intensely , cannot but receive . SUCH WAS THE BOY . " > Such was the boy ; but his studies had now to be pursued by fits and snatches , and therefore the more eagerly and earnestly , during the intervals or at the close of labour ...
... feel intensely , cannot but receive . SUCH WAS THE BOY . " > Such was the boy ; but his studies had now to be pursued by fits and snatches , and therefore the more eagerly and earnestly , during the intervals or at the close of labour ...
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... feeling ! " It was before any such petrifaction of feeling had to be deplored by Robert Burns that he loved Mary Campbell , his " Highland Mary , " with as pure a passion as ever possessed young poet's heart ; nor is there so sweet and ...
... feeling ! " It was before any such petrifaction of feeling had to be deplored by Robert Burns that he loved Mary Campbell , his " Highland Mary , " with as pure a passion as ever possessed young poet's heart ; nor is there so sweet and ...
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... feel- ings of nature claim their part ; and I cannot recollect the tender endearments and parental lessons of the best of friends , and the ablest of instructors , without feeling what perhaps the calmer dictates of reason would partly ...
... feel- ings of nature claim their part ; and I cannot recollect the tender endearments and parental lessons of the best of friends , and the ablest of instructors , without feeling what perhaps the calmer dictates of reason would partly ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 125 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker...
Página 339 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Página 119 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a
Página 137 - 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', Let him follow me!
Página 339 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Página 340 - 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.
Página 308 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow...
Página 15 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my...
Página 336 - 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. And some in dreams assured were Of. the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
Página 32 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise, They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim ; Perhaps ' Dundee's' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive