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... perhaps as his pupils , who lived with the family , and instructed the young poet and his brothers and sisters , while the father also , it is said , supplemented the instruc- tion of the teacher with his own help . It is doubtful if in ...
... perhaps as his pupils , who lived with the family , and instructed the young poet and his brothers and sisters , while the father also , it is said , supplemented the instruc- tion of the teacher with his own help . It is doubtful if in ...
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... perhaps only too well , the real significance of his sudden acces- sion to fame ; and he had good sense enough not to take it too seriously , nay , even to treat it humorously : - " This wot ye all whom it concerns , I , Rhymer Robin ...
... perhaps only too well , the real significance of his sudden acces- sion to fame ; and he had good sense enough not to take it too seriously , nay , even to treat it humorously : - " This wot ye all whom it concerns , I , Rhymer Robin ...
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... perhaps never sought for . Burns pursued his way alone , even distrusting the good intentions of those who would and might have helped him , for he was jealous of his independence . He had some expectation of receiving a public ...
... perhaps never sought for . Burns pursued his way alone , even distrusting the good intentions of those who would and might have helped him , for he was jealous of his independence . He had some expectation of receiving a public ...
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... perhaps they rue it . " Who made the heart , ' t is 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 ...
... perhaps they rue it . " Who made the heart , ' t is 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 ...
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... perhaps mellowed and ripened , —— ― perhaps stricken and withered and sour . How , then , shall we judge any one ? How , at any rate , shall we judge a giant , great in gifts and great in temptation ; great in strength and great in ...
... perhaps mellowed and ripened , —— ― perhaps stricken and withered and sour . How , then , shall we judge any one ? How , at any rate , shall we judge a giant , great in gifts and great in temptation ; great in strength and great in ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abbotsford ALLOWAY auld banks and braes beautiful bonnie Brig brother Canto character Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Clarinda cottage Countess Guiccioli critics death delight Don Juan Doon DRYBURGH ABBEY Edinburgh Ellisland eyes fame father feel Fergus genius gift grave Guiccioli Guy Mannering heart Heart of Midlothian Highland honor human inspiration Jean King Lady Byron land literary literature lived LOCH KATRINE look Lord Byron Melrose Melrose Abbey ment mind MONUMENT mother mourn nature ne'er ness never NEWSTEAD ABBEY novels o'er Old Mortality once passion perhaps poems poet poet's poetic poetry poor pride Robert Burns romance ruin Samian wine scarcely Scot Scotland Scottish Shakespeare Shanter SIR WALTER SCOTT songs sorrow soul sweet sympathy tears thee thing thou thought Thyrza tion verse Waverley weary wife wild woman wrote youth
Pasajes populares
Página 263 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 267 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims aronnd him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 274 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Página 263 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Página 128 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
Página 129 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave» Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile; And, home returning, soothly...
Página 6 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Página 25 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Página 77 - ... spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd is laid Low i
Página 262 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...