And I shall seal it up With spice and salt, In a carven silver cup, In a deep vault. Before my eyes are blind And my lips mute, I must eat core and rind Of that same fruit.
Green grow the rashes, O! Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O: Holy Willie was a small farmer, leading elder to Auld, a name well known to all lovers of Burns; austere in speech, scrupulous in all outward observances, and, what is known by the name of a 'professing Christian.
His name was William Fisher. But yet, O Lord! Lord, bless thy chosen in this place, For here thou hast a chosen race: But God confound their stubborn face, And blast their name, Wha bring thy elders to disgrace And public shame. The end of Holy Willie was other than godly; in one of his visits to Mauchline, he drank more than was needful, fell into a ditch on his way home, and was found dead in the morning.
Your pity I will not implore, For pity ye hae nane; Justice, alas!
But hear me, sir, deil as ye are, Look something to your credit; A coof like him wad stain your name, If it were kent ye did it. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.
Ballantyne, to whom the Poem is inscribed, was generous when the distresses of his farming speculations pressed upon him: General Stewart, of Stair, are gratefully recorded. Or labour hard the panegyric close, With all the venal soul of dedicating prose?
Loch-Turit is a wild lake among the recesses of the hills, and was welcome from its loneliness to the heart of the poet. Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus you fly?
Why disturb your social joys, Parent, filial, kindred ties? Peaceful keep your dimpling wave, Busy feed, or wanton lave: Conscious, blushing for our race, Soon, too soon, your fears I trace.
Man, your proud usurping foe, Would be lord of all below: The eagle, from the cliffy brow, Marking you his prey below, In his breast no pity dwells, Strong necessity compels: Appalled I ventured on the name: The Rights of Man had been advocated by Paine, the Rights of Woman by Mary Wolstonecroft, and nought was talked of, but the moral and political regeneration of the world.
Now, thank our stars! In that blest sphere alone we live and move; There taste that life of life—immortal love. But truce with kings and truce with constitutions, With bloody armaments and revolutions, Let majesty your first attention summon, Ah!
These characteristic lines were composed on the morning of his birthday, with the Nith at his feet, and the ruins of Lincluden at his side: I thank Thee, Author of this opening day! Thou whose bright sun now gilds yon orient skies!
Riches denied, Thy boon was purer joys, What wealth could never give nor take away. He took a crystal goblet containing wine-and-water for moistening his lips, wrote these words upon it with a diamond, and presented it to her.
Nay, what are priests, those seeming godly wise men? What are they, pray, but spiritual Excisemen? The descent of the water is about two hundred feet. There is another fall further up the stream, very wild and savage, on which the Fyers makes three prodigious leaps into a deep gulf where nothing can be seen for the whirling foam and agitated mist.
The meaning is very different: In whose dread presence, ere an hour Perhaps I must appear! To Burns, Scotland was the land of promise, the west of Scotland his paradise; and the land of dread, Jamaica! I found these lines copied by the poet into a volume which he presented to Dr.
Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere,— Friendship! The poet, on observing the hare come bleeding past him, 'was in great wrath,' said Thomson, 'and cursed me, and said little hindered him from throwing me into the Nith; and he was able enough to do it, though I was both young and strong.
Go live, poor wanderer of the wood and field! The bitter little that of life remains: No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains To thee shall home, or food, or pastime yield. Seek, mangled wretch, some place of wonted rest, No more of rest, but now thy dying bed!Oh, My Love Is Like a Red, Red Rose- Robert Burns.
TP- CASTT Title- Love is beautiful Paraphrase- Love is beautiful, new and sweet. Love is deep and it lasts till after death. Theme- Love it eternal, it may die for awhile but it will bloom again.
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