Memorials of Robert Burns and of some of his contemporaries and their descendants, by the grandson of Robert Aiken, with a numerous selection of his best poems and songs |
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... Brigs of Ayr , " and " The Twa Dogs , " and " The Mouse , " and " The Mountain Daisy , " and many more , would not wish to read the letters that accom- panied them , containing the poet's own commentaries fresh from the heart . The ...
... Brigs of Ayr , " and " The Twa Dogs , " and " The Mouse , " and " The Mountain Daisy , " and many more , would not wish to read the letters that accom- panied them , containing the poet's own commentaries fresh from the heart . The ...
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... brig of Doon , " attract innumerable visitors since Burns made them famous . Genius such as his imparts a certain degree of notoriety to persons as well as to places . Hence the interest felt by the admirers of his works in memorials of ...
... brig of Doon , " attract innumerable visitors since Burns made them famous . Genius such as his imparts a certain degree of notoriety to persons as well as to places . Hence the interest felt by the admirers of his works in memorials of ...
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... Brigs " to his kind patron , who was a highly honorable and much- respected gentleman . His estate at Castle Hill was near Ayr , and the house was visible for miles around . He was a friend of my grandfather and his family , whom I ...
... Brigs " to his kind patron , who was a highly honorable and much- respected gentleman . His estate at Castle Hill was near Ayr , and the house was visible for miles around . He was a friend of my grandfather and his family , whom I ...
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... Brigs " is this line : — “ A female form came from the towers of Stair . " And in the " Epistle to Davie " are these verses : — There's a ' the pleasures o ' the heart , The lover and the frien ; Ye have your Meg , your dearest part ...
... Brigs " is this line : — “ A female form came from the towers of Stair . " And in the " Epistle to Davie " are these verses : — There's a ' the pleasures o ' the heart , The lover and the frien ; Ye have your Meg , your dearest part ...
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... , Now a sad and last adieu ! Bonny Doon , sae sweet and gloamin ' , Fare thee weel before I gang ! Bonny Doon , whare early roaming , First I weaved the rustic sang . I Heed the council . THE BRIGS OF AYR . Bowers , adieu , whare.
... , Now a sad and last adieu ! Bonny Doon , sae sweet and gloamin ' , Fare thee weel before I gang ! Bonny Doon , whare early roaming , First I weaved the rustic sang . I Heed the council . THE BRIGS OF AYR . Bowers , adieu , whare.
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Page 82 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 200 - His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps "Dundee's" wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive "Martyrs...
Page 199 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave ; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents...
Page 178 - An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Page 178 - Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin' ! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O...
Page 367 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my...
Page 178 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Page 56 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 202 - 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 197 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...