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The Burns Centenary Poems, a Collection of Fifty of the Best, Selected and Ed. by G. Anderson and J. Finlay
The Burns Centenary Poems a Collection of Fifty of the Best Selected and Ed by G Anderson and J Finlay Author:George Anderson General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1859 Subjects: Literary Criticism / Poetry Poetry / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free t... more »rial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: V. I !t C S. By ARTHUR J. MUNBY, M. A., Trim. Coll., Cambridge. ONE OP THE SIX RECOMMENDED FOR PUBLICATION BY THE JUDGES AT THE CRYSTAL PALACE COMPETITION. Once iu a hundred years, when the ebb of creation has fallen Quite from our arid sands into its ocean afar, When every loathsome thing, long hid by the merciful waters, Warm in the stagnant pools, flounders and wallows at ease; Sudden the tide sets in, and the irresistible billows Roll at a single bound up to the headlands again. Once in a hundred years, when the seed of the bigot and worldling Crawl o'er our fragrant earth, taking its beauties in vain, Seeing the worst is come, the God and Father of all men Out of his heaven of love -- lest we forget him and die -- Sends us a soul of his own, whom all men claim for a brother, Saying, "This is a Man, this is a Poet indeed!" So, on a day like this, when the roar of our century slumber'd Still in its vaulted abyss, mute as the dulness above, When on their baseless thrones, forgetting the Lord who had made them, Kings of the earth sat as gods, binding the people at will, He whom we love was born -- was born to the life of a poor man, Cursed with the anguish of song, blest with its beauty alone. Not in some grand old gorge in the heart of the musical Highlands, Fill'd with the torrent's spray, wild with the wailing of winds, -- Not by the western isles, where the galloping surge of the ocean, Rich with a thousand wrecks, lashes the land of the Gael; But on the banks of Doon, where the ...« less