The Feeling for Nature in Scottish Poetry, 第 2 巻William Blackwood and Sons, 1887 |
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... æsthetical feeling and the patriotic associations had never occurred to the earlier poets , or touched them in any way . * Sylvæ , IV . Again , Drummond felt deeply the pathos of nature : 16 FROM THE UNION TO ALLAN RAMSAY .
... æsthetical feeling and the patriotic associations had never occurred to the earlier poets , or touched them in any way . * Sylvæ , IV . Again , Drummond felt deeply the pathos of nature : 16 FROM THE UNION TO ALLAN RAMSAY .
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... touching strains of ' Lochaber no more " Farewell to Lochaber , farewell to my Jean , Where heartsome wi ' thee I ha'e mony a day been ; To Lochaber no more , to Lochaber no more , We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more . 39 CHAPTER XIV ...
... touching strains of ' Lochaber no more " Farewell to Lochaber , farewell to my Jean , Where heartsome wi ' thee I ha'e mony a day been ; To Lochaber no more , to Lochaber no more , We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more . 39 CHAPTER XIV ...
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... touched him on every side , from the fresh green and the glints of spring , through summer glory , autumn's splendid decay , and winter's sweep and storm . No man ever loved object or person with greater passion than Thomson did the ...
... touched him on every side , from the fresh green and the glints of spring , through summer glory , autumn's splendid decay , and winter's sweep and storm . No man ever loved object or person with greater passion than Thomson did the ...
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... touched them , but will recognise the appropriateness of that epithet for their wan , bleached , decayed aspect ? So Hamilton of Bangour , referring to Winter , says : - : - " Cast up thy eyes , how bleak and bare He wanders on the tops ...
... touched them , but will recognise the appropriateness of that epithet for their wan , bleached , decayed aspect ? So Hamilton of Bangour , referring to Winter , says : - : - " Cast up thy eyes , how bleak and bare He wanders on the tops ...
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... touched with soften- ing hue , Or savage Rosa dashed , or learned Poussin drew . Near the pavilions where we slept , still ran Soft - tinkling streams , and dashing waters fell , And sobbing breezes sighed , and oft began ( So worked ...
... touched with soften- ing hue , Or savage Rosa dashed , or learned Poussin drew . Near the pavilions where we slept , still ran Soft - tinkling streams , and dashing waters fell , And sobbing breezes sighed , and oft began ( So worked ...
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Allan Ramsay amid aspects ballads beauty beneath bloom bonnie Border braes Burns Canto century clouds crag dark David Gray deep delight doth Drummond earth Edinburgh English Ettrick Evan MacColl fairy feeling for nature flowers forest frae genius gleam glen green grey hath heart heather heaven Highland hills imagination influence JOHN CAMPBELL SHAIRP lake land landscape art Leyden lines Loch Loch Katrine lonely Lowland Michael Bruce mist moorland morning mountain native night o'er Ossianic outward world painting pathos Patrick Nasmyth picture picturesque poems poet poetic pure Robert Aytoun round scene Scot Scotland Scott Scottish poetry Scottish scenery Shairp shepherd shore side snow song soul spirit spring St Mary's Loch stanzas storm stream summer sweet tempest Teviot thee Thomson thou thro tion Titian touched trees true truth Tweed vale Walter Scott wandering wave wild winds winter woods Wordsworth Yarrow
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47 ページ - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
214 ページ - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
274 ページ - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below, LXIII.
65 ページ - In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, With woody hill o'er hill encompassed round, A most enchanting wizard did abide, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found.
90 ページ - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
132 ページ - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe to greet The purpling east.
107 ページ - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
53 ページ - Sits on th' horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm, that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspen tall. Th' uncurling floods, diffused In glassy breadth, seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their course.
202 ページ - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle...
122 ページ - JEolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities: a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or woe beyond death and the grave.