Thomas Carlyle's Essay on Robert BurnsLeach, Shewell, & Sanborn, 1896 - 110 стор. |
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Thomas Carlyle's Essay on Robert Burns W. K. Wickes,Shewell And Leach Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2019 |
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Сторінка 66 - Farewell, my friends ; farewell, my foes ! My peace with these, my love with those : The bursting tears my heart declare...
Сторінка 70 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, which glowed (I say literally glowed) when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Сторінка 52 - With what tenderness he sings, yet with what vehemence and entireness! There is a piercing wail in his sorrow, the purest rapture in his joy; he burns with the sternest ire, or laughs with the loudest or sliest mirth ; and yet he is sweet and soft, 'sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, and soft as their parting tear...
Сторінка 69 - His person was strong and robust; his manners rustic, not clownish; a sort of dignified plainness and simplicity, which received part of its effect perhaps from one's knowledge of his extraordinary talents. His features are represented in Mr. Nasmyth's picture: but to me it conveys the idea that they are diminished, as if seen in perspective. I think his countenance was more massive than it looks in any of the portraits.
Сторінка 68 - He knew Burns, and promised to ask him to his lodgings to dinner, but had no opportunity to keep his word, otherwise, I might have seen more of this distinguished man. As it was, I saw him one day at the late venerable Professor Ferguson's, where there were several gentlemen of literary reputation, among whom I remember the celebrated Mr Dugald Stewart.
Сторінка 79 - It was little in Burns's character to let his feelings on certain subjects escape in this fashion. He, immediately after reciting these verses, assumed the sprightliness of his most pleasing manner; and taking his young friend home with him, entertained him very agreeably till the hour of the ball arrived.
Сторінка 75 - Narrative, and since then repeated in most others, we have all along felt an invincible disposition to regard as imaginary : " On a rock that projected into the stream, they saw a man employed in angling, of a singular appearance. He had a cap made of fox-skin on his head, a loose great-coat fixed round him by a belt, from which depended an enormous Highland broad-sword. It was Burns.
Сторінка 30 - ... beautiful emotions in his soul, noble thoughts, and definite resolves; and he speaks forth what is in him, not from any outward call of vanity or interest, but because his heart is too full to be silent. He speaks it with such melody and modulation as he can; 'in homely rustic jingle;' but it is his own, and genuine.
Сторінка 71 - This is all I can tell you about Burns. I have only to add, that his dress corresponded with his manner. He was like a farmer dressed in his best to dine with the laird.
Сторінка 43 - We know nothing, or next to nothing, of the substance or structure of our souls, so cannot account for those seeming caprices in them, that one should be particularly pleased with this thing, or struck with that, which, on minds of a different cast, makes no extraordinary impression. I have some...