#ScottishWriters #Victorian
Now hands to seedsheet, boys! We step and we cast; old Tkime’s… And would ye partake of Harvest’s… The corn must be sown in Spring. Fall gently and still, good corn,
The wind blows east, the wind blow… And the frost falls and the rain: A weary heart went thankful to res… And must rise to toil again, ’gain… And must rise to toil again.
What is Hope? A smiling rainbow Children follow through the wet; ’Tis not here, still yonder, yonde… Never urchin found it yet. What is Life? A thawing iceboard
... History, as it lies at the root of all science, is... the first distinct product of man’s spiritual nature; his earliest expression of what can be called Thought. It is a looking bo...
AMERICAN Cooper asserts, in one of his books, that there is “an instinctive tendency in men to look at any man who has become distinguished.” True, surely: as all observation and surve...