...felt the transitory nature of human enjoyment, he has told us in a series of beautiful similes : — But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow.r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the sno tv falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That...

...felt the transitory nature of human enjoyment, he has told us in a series of beautiful similes : — But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white — then melts forever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit...

...need ask no more " Than just a highland welcome." " But pleasures," says the same delightful poet, "are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed : Or, like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white, then melts for ever." Accordingly, the sudden retire of the...

...Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himself amang the nappy ; As bees flee hame wi' ladesb o" treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure...poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is sued ; Or like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis...

...rustle, Tam didna mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel' amang the nappy. As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure,...pleasure. Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious ; O'er all the ills o' life victorious." Falstaff must be set down as a humorous character ; the kindly, loving...

...acknowledged beauty he challenges a place beside the best of those who have written in English verse alone. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed! Or like the snow-flake in the river, One moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit...

...rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy ; As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure,...may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills of life victorious ! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r — its bloom is shed...

...rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy; As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure,...may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills of life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r—its bloom is shed...

...storm a whistle. • Care, nmd to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himself amang the nappy ; As hees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure : Kings may he hlest, hut Tum was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious ! Or like the horealis race, That...

...who cannot perceive that, in all this, though there was no moral purpose, there is a moral effect. ' Kings may be blest but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills of life victorious.' What a lesson do these words convey of charitable indulgence for the vicious habits...