1. |
1. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
1. |
1. |
2. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
1. |
2. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
1. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. | VI.—BURNS. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
Poems descriptive, dramatic, legendary and contemplative | ||
VI.—BURNS.
—Thither at eve,Where Burns still wanders with his violin song;
A melancholy conqueror, in whose sway
His own irregular soul grew dark and fell,
158
The capricious genius that, o'er all beside,
Held perfect mastery. 'Twas here he went,
A man of pride and sorrows, weak yet strong,
With still a song discoursing to the heart,
The lowly human heart, of all its joys,—
Buoyant and cheerful, yet with sadness too,
Such sadness as still shows us love through tears.
Poems descriptive, dramatic, legendary and contemplative | ||