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... dear appellation of Jamie the poeter . ' “ I had no more difficulty in composing songs then than I have at present ; and I was equally well pleased with them . But then the writing of them ! —that was a job ! I had no method of learning ...
... dear appellation of Jamie the poeter . ' “ I had no more difficulty in composing songs then than I have at present ; and I was equally well pleased with them . But then the writing of them ! —that was a job ! I had no method of learning ...
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... Dear Sir : ALTRIVE LAKE , September 5th , 1833 . I find my literary correspondence with the United States so completely uncertain , that I have resolved to drop it altogether . I learned from many sources , that my brethren beyond the ...
... Dear Sir : ALTRIVE LAKE , September 5th , 1833 . I find my literary correspondence with the United States so completely uncertain , that I have resolved to drop it altogether . I learned from many sources , that my brethren beyond the ...
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... dear fellow , ' quoth the Shepherd , if a few knots and swells make a skull of genius , I've seen mony a saft chield get a swapping organization in five minutes at Selkirk tryst . ' In person Hogg was robust rather than stout . His ...
... dear fellow , ' quoth the Shepherd , if a few knots and swells make a skull of genius , I've seen mony a saft chield get a swapping organization in five minutes at Selkirk tryst . ' In person Hogg was robust rather than stout . His ...
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... dear ! Oh dear ! Oh dear ! Oh ! Protestant , and visiting Dublin with his " Traits and Stories , " in which the Irish peasantry are described to the life . His success with these determined him to follow literature as a profession , and ...
... dear ! Oh dear ! Oh dear ! Oh ! Protestant , and visiting Dublin with his " Traits and Stories , " in which the Irish peasantry are described to the life . His success with these determined him to follow literature as a profession , and ...
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... dear sir - what's the maitter ? North . Racking rheumatism . Shepherd . It's a cruel complaint . I had it great pairt o ' the wun- ter - first in my head - then in my- North . Oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! Shepherd . I'll gie ye a ...
... dear sir - what's the maitter ? North . Racking rheumatism . Shepherd . It's a cruel complaint . I had it great pairt o ' the wun- ter - first in my head - then in my- North . Oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! Shepherd . I'll gie ye a ...
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admiration afore aften aiblins alang amang anither auld baith Ballantyne beauty believe Blackwood bonny broon Buller Byron canna character Christopher North cou'd cretur Croker dear James delight dinna doon Duke earth England Ettrick eyes Fanny Kemble fear feeling frae Galt Gander genius gentlemen Glasgow gude haun head hear heart heaven himsell Hogg honour human imagination intil ither Jacobin James Hogg Kilmeny King look Lord Lord Byron mair maist maun micht mind mony Moore naething nature never Noctes North O'Bronte Opium-Eater owre PICARDY poem poet poetry puir Scotland Scott Shepherd Sir Walter Sir Walter Scott soul sowle speak spirit sugh sumph tell thae there's thing thocht Tickler Tories truth verra warld weel What's Whig words wou'd wull yoursell
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Strona 387 - He who, though thus endued as with a sense And faculty for storm and turbulence, Is yet a soul whose master-bias leans To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes; Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be, Are at his heart; and such fidelity It is his darling passion to approve; More brave for this that he hath much to love...
Strona 67 - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
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Strona 387 - Their dread commander ; he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured...
Strona xii - Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face; As still was her look, and as still was her ee, As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea, Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea. For Kilmeny had been she knew not where, And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare; Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew, Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew. But it...
Strona xiii - And the airs of heaven played round her tongue, When she spake of the lovely forms she had seen, And a land where sin had never been, — A land of love and a land of light, Withouten sun or moon or night ; Where the river swa'da living stream, And the light a pure celestial beam : The land of vision it would seem, A still, an everlasting dream.
Strona xi - Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen ; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. It was only to hear the Yorlin sing, And pu...