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634 LIBRARIES BRARY affections alike artist beauty believe better blood body born brain cause child cold comes common course creeds dead death dope dream earth equal fact faith feel felt fields gave George Burman Foster give gods greatest hand happy hard head heart highest hope human hundred infinite John kind kings knew land leaves less light lines LITERATURE AND ART live look means mind mountain moved nature never night paint pass perfect perhaps picture poor prince RARY REALISM IN LITERATURE religion religious rest Robert Burns rulers saints scene side sight sing Socialism Socialist songs soul stand story strong taught tell theory things thou thought thousand told true truth universal weak wealth women
Page 30 - But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 49 - LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. 3 And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.
Page 30 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank 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
Page 32 - 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 sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 40 - Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing ! That, in the merry months o' spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o...
Page 31 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Page 39 - PRAYER 0 thou, wha in the Heavens dost dwell, Wha, as it pleases best thysel', Sends ane to heaven and ten to hell, A' for thy glory, And no for ony guid or ill They've done afore thee!
Page 27 - How best o' chiels are whiles in want, While coofs on countless thousands rant, And ken na how to wair't...
Page 37 - But the world is habitually unjust in its judgments of such men ; unjust on many grounds, of which this one may be stated as the substance. It decides like a court of law, by dead statutes; and not positively, but negatively, less on what is done right than on what is or is not done wrong.