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... verse by verse , carefully noticing the true tender or sublime from affectation or fustian ; and I am convinced I owe to this practice most of my critic - craft , such as it is . " So much for book - knowledge ; but what of the kind ...
... verse by verse , carefully noticing the true tender or sublime from affectation or fustian ; and I am convinced I owe to this practice most of my critic - craft , such as it is . " So much for book - knowledge ; but what of the kind ...
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... verses like printed ones , composed by men who had Greek and Latin ; but my girl sang a song which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son , on one of his father's maids with whom he was in love ; and I saw no reason why ...
... verses like printed ones , composed by men who had Greek and Latin ; but my girl sang a song which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son , on one of his father's maids with whom he was in love ; and I saw no reason why ...
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... verses so full of force and fire , that of themselves they privilege him to declare himself a Poet after Scotland's own heart . Not even in " The Vision " does he kindle into brighter transports , when foreseeing his fame , and ...
... verses so full of force and fire , that of themselves they privilege him to declare himself a Poet after Scotland's own heart . Not even in " The Vision " does he kindle into brighter transports , when foreseeing his fame , and ...
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... verse he had for years given vent to all his moods ; and his brother tells us that the LAMENT was com- posed " after the first distraction of his feelings had a little subsided . " Had he lost her by death he would have been dumb , but ...
... verse he had for years given vent to all his moods ; and his brother tells us that the LAMENT was com- posed " after the first distraction of his feelings had a little subsided . " Had he lost her by death he would have been dumb , but ...
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... verses , which are clear in our heart , but indistinct in our memory , and therefore we cannot adorn our pages with their beauty . The truth is , that Burns , though , when his heart burned within him , one of the most eloquent of men ...
... verses , which are clear in our heart , but indistinct in our memory , and therefore we cannot adorn our pages with their beauty . The truth is , that Burns , though , when his heart burned within him , one of the most eloquent of men ...
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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...