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465
No pale phosphoric gleam, which plays
Round stale corruption, here ;
No feeble taper's glimmering rays
Beside some dismal bier ;
No Etna-flame, with sulph'roiis breath,
Its dust and ashes showers ;
No lurid levin, charged with death,
That dazzles and devours ;
His genius, like the sun, forth shone.
To bless our human sight,
And clasp' the world in one broad zone
Of bright and living light ;
To banish gloom — alas that gloom
His own career should mark !
Yet, though the Sun all else illume,
The Sun itself is dark.
In Burns's lustre, oh ! how sweet
The wild flowers round us s^n-ead
The mountain-daisy at our feet
Lifts vip its modest head ;
The broom puts on a yellower flush
Along our banks and braes ;
The heather dyes a deeper blush
As conscious of our praise.
The bird sings blyther on the tree,
Or twitters in the brake ;
The bees they hum more busily.
And sweeter honey make ;
While all the creatures of the hill
Forget their hiding place.
And come to lick our hand at will —
We know them by their face.
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No pale phosphoric gleam, which plays
Round stale corruption, here ;
No feeble taper's glimmering rays
Beside some dismal bier ;
No Etna-flame, with sulph'roiis breath,
Its dust and ashes showers ;
No lurid levin, charged with death,
That dazzles and devours ;
His genius, like the sun, forth shone.
To bless our human sight,
And clasp' the world in one broad zone
Of bright and living light ;
To banish gloom — alas that gloom
His own career should mark !
Yet, though the Sun all else illume,
The Sun itself is dark.
In Burns's lustre, oh ! how sweet
The wild flowers round us s^n-ead
The mountain-daisy at our feet
Lifts vip its modest head ;
The broom puts on a yellower flush
Along our banks and braes ;
The heather dyes a deeper blush
As conscious of our praise.
The bird sings blyther on the tree,
Or twitters in the brake ;
The bees they hum more busily.
And sweeter honey make ;
While all the creatures of the hill
Forget their hiding place.
And come to lick our hand at will —
We know them by their face.
i2
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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