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A History of the Celebration of Robert Burns': 110th Natal Day, at the ...
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Applause bard beauty become believe better blood boasts born celebrated character conviviality Court dear death divine drink eloquent expressed eyes fair fame feel festive FIELD fire genius give given glory grand hand happy heart Heaven highest honor hope hour human immortal inspired JUDGE Ladies and Gentlemen land language learned leaves less light live look Lord memory mind native nature never night noble occasion once pass patriotism peace pleasure poem poet poetry poor presence President pride race respond Robert Burns satire Scotch Scotchman Scotland Scottish sentiment social song soul sound speak spirit stand sweet sympathy thee things thou thought tion to-night toast true truth turn union verse Verzenay virtue waters WHITING woman
Page 52 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee : for whither thou goest, I will go ; and where thou lodgest I will lodge : thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: " Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Page 50 - And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Page 25 - The blades of heroes fence it round, Where'er it springs is holy ground ; From tower and dome its glories spread ; It waves where lonely sentries tread ; It makes the land as ocean free, And plants an empire on the sea ! Then hail the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty ! Thy sacred leaves, fair Freedom's flower. Shall ever float on dome and tower, To all their heavenly colors true, In blackening frost or crimson dew, — And God love us as we love thee, Thrice holy Flower of Liberty...
Page 61 - For of the most High cometh healing, and he shall receive honour of the king. The skill of the physician shall lift up his head : and in the sight of great men he shall be in admiration.
Page 15 - Logan's banks and braes. And when he breathes his master-lay Of Alloway's witch-haunted wall, All passions in our frames of clay Come thronging at his call. Imagination's world of air, And our own world, its gloom and glee,— Wit, pathos, poetry, are there, And death's sublimity. And...
Page 22 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Page 61 - Then give place to the physician, for the Lord hath created him: let him not go from thee, for thou hast need of him.
Page 40 - Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, An
Page 15 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow. Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.
Page 79 - Praise to the man ! a nation stood Beside his coffin with wet eyes, Her brave, her beautiful, her good, As when a loved one dies. And still, as on his funeral day, Men stand his cold earth-couch around, With the mute homage that we pay To consecrated ground.