The Memory of Burns: Brief Addresses Commemorating the Genius of Scotland's Illustrious BardJohn Dawson Ross W. Hodge, 1899 - 205 pages |
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Address delivered admiration ANDREW LANG Auld Auld Lang Syne awkward squad ballads bard beautiful better bonnie born braes Burns's character charm Cotter's Saturday Night critics daisy death divine Dugald Stewart Dumfries EDINBURGH BURNS CLUB Ellisland fame farm father feeling flowers genius gift grave heart heaven honour human humble humour imagination Immortal Memory inspired January January 25 John Anderson Jolly Beggars kennin knew labour land language liberty literature lived look lover man's melancholy memory of Burns mind moral mother mountain daisy nature never noble passion patriotism peasant perhaps poems poetic poetry poor Robert Burns Scotch Scotland Scots Wha Hae Scotsmen Scottish Scottish literature Shakespeare Shanter sing songs sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sympathy tell tender things thought to-day to-night touch true truth verse voice Wallace Whyles wonderful words written wrote
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Page 122 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free!
Page 98 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 153 - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name...
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Page 122 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Page 149 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Page 15 - I had usually half a dozen or more pieces on hand ; I took up one or other, as it suited the momentary tone of the mind, and dismissed the work as it bordered on fatigue. My passions, when once lighted up, raged like so many devils, till they got vent in rhyme; and then the conning over my verses, like a spell, soothed all into quiet...