The works of professor Wilson, ed. by prof. Ferrier, Volume 71857 |
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... imagination as a poet , but as food for his heart as a man . Hence , when inspired to com- pose poetry , poetry came gushing up from the well of his human affections , and he had nothing more to do than to pour it , like streams ...
... imagination as a poet , but as food for his heart as a man . Hence , when inspired to com- pose poetry , poetry came gushing up from the well of his human affections , and he had nothing more to do than to pour it , like streams ...
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... imagination - often beautified , no doubt , by such partial concealment , and beaming with a misty softness more delicate than the truth . But Burns would not thus in- dulge his fancy where he had felt - felt so poignantly , all the ...
... imagination - often beautified , no doubt , by such partial concealment , and beaming with a misty softness more delicate than the truth . But Burns would not thus in- dulge his fancy where he had felt - felt so poignantly , all the ...
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... imagination wanted not wings broad and strong for highest flights . But he was most at home when walking on this earth , through this world , even along the banks and braes of the streams of Coila . It seems as if his muse were loth to ...
... imagination wanted not wings broad and strong for highest flights . But he was most at home when walking on this earth , through this world , even along the banks and braes of the streams of Coila . It seems as if his muse were loth to ...
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... imagination , of which the possession and the enjoyment are one and the same , as long as they pre- serve their integrity and their independence . The poor man , as he speaks of Robert Burns , always holds up his head and regards you ...
... imagination , of which the possession and the enjoyment are one and the same , as long as they pre- serve their integrity and their independence . The poor man , as he speaks of Robert Burns , always holds up his head and regards you ...
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... imagination , again one of the " wee things " that ran to meet him ; and " the priest - like father " had long worn that aspect before the poet's eyes , though he died before he was threescore . " I have always considered William Burnes ...
... imagination , again one of the " wee things " that ran to meet him ; and " the priest - like father " had long worn that aspect before the poet's eyes , though he died before he was threescore . " I have always considered William Burnes ...
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside Ancient Rome auld ballad bard beautiful believe better breast breath Burns's called character charm Christabel clouds Coleridge Colonsay dear death delight divine dream Dumfries earth Edinburgh Ellisland evil eyes face fancy father fear feel felt frae gauger genius George Thomson Grasmere hand happy head hear heard heart heaven 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 Sitwell smile song soul spirit strong sweet tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice walk whole wild William Burnes words youth
Popular passages
Page 322 - 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.
Page 321 - 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.
Page 109 - 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
Page 127 - 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!
Page 323 - 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.
Page 326 - 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.
Page 322 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Page 327 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on ; and so did I.
Page 328 - 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.
Page 326 - 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...