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... less dependent some of them than Daer and Glencairn , have yet each added lustre to their names by the mere fact that they hobnobbed with the poet , and were accepted by him as friends , from their previously being his openly avowed ...
... less dependent some of them than Daer and Glencairn , have yet each added lustre to their names by the mere fact that they hobnobbed with the poet , and were accepted by him as friends , from their previously being his openly avowed ...
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... less entertaining and instructive matter . I cannot say that I approach the subject without some dread of failure - or without misgivings , at least , of being able to do it the justice it deserves , and for the obvious reason that bio ...
... less entertaining and instructive matter . I cannot say that I approach the subject without some dread of failure - or without misgivings , at least , of being able to do it the justice it deserves , and for the obvious reason that bio ...
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... less to be loved than laughed at . Five , at least , he pillories in verse as outwith the region of hopeful consideration , writing " If ye gae up to yon hill - tap , Ye'll there see bonnie Peggy ; She kens her father is a laird , And ...
... less to be loved than laughed at . Five , at least , he pillories in verse as outwith the region of hopeful consideration , writing " If ye gae up to yon hill - tap , Ye'll there see bonnie Peggy ; She kens her father is a laird , And ...
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... less able rustic brethren , by dictating love - letters for him . We know that the poet occasionally did vicarious work of this kind . There may be significance , too , in the fact 44 ELLISON BEGBIE, Songs-" The Lass of Cessnock Banks,"
... less able rustic brethren , by dictating love - letters for him . We know that the poet occasionally did vicarious work of this kind . There may be significance , too , in the fact 44 ELLISON BEGBIE, Songs-" The Lass of Cessnock Banks,"
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... less than beautiful , whom the poet admired as a girl of sixteen - whom , tradition avers , he met but once , and then at the tea - table of a friend - was the daughter of Adjutant Morison , of Mauchline . The house in which she lived ...
... less than beautiful , whom the poet admired as a girl of sixteen - whom , tradition avers , he met but once , and then at the tea - table of a friend - was the daughter of Adjutant Morison , of Mauchline . The house in which she lived ...
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Page 110 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 18 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 87 - 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 sweet Highland Mary. Wi...
Page 73 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Page 191 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Page 87 - 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
Page 87 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 87 - Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Page 28 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt 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 the...
Page 87 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...