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... 185 Ballochmyle—The Braes—The Lass o' Ballochmyle—Her Account of
Meeting the Poet—Burns' Seat—The Poet's Letter to Miss Alexander—Apologies
for her Silence—The Bower—Caught by the Gamekeeper—Catrine—An
Excursion ...
... 185 Ballochmyle—The Braes—The Lass o' Ballochmyle—Her Account of
Meeting the Poet—Burns' Seat—The Poet's Letter to Miss Alexander—Apologies
for her Silence—The Bower—Caught by the Gamekeeper—Catrine—An
Excursion ...
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The old bell hanging in the western gable of the ruin is not only a curiosity , but
evidences the Romish origin of the structure . It bears the following in raised
letters : — “ SANCTE CUTHBERTI ORA PRO NOBIS ” ( Saint Cuthbert pray for us
) ...
The old bell hanging in the western gable of the ruin is not only a curiosity , but
evidences the Romish origin of the structure . It bears the following in raised
letters : — “ SANCTE CUTHBERTI ORA PRO NOBIS ” ( Saint Cuthbert pray for us
) ...
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From a letter to Gavin Hamilton, we learn that he stood high in the estimation of
the poet, and that he interested himself in his affairs in the same enthusiastic
manner as Mr Aitken and the few patrons who took notice of his early poetic days.
From a letter to Gavin Hamilton, we learn that he stood high in the estimation of
the poet, and that he interested himself in his affairs in the same enthusiastic
manner as Mr Aitken and the few patrons who took notice of his early poetic days.
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This, and many another kindness, seem to have been fully appreciated by Burns,
for in a letter to his earliest Ayr patron—Robert Aiken—he says:— “I would detest
myself as a wretch if I thought I were capable in a very long life of forgetting the ...
This, and many another kindness, seem to have been fully appreciated by Burns,
for in a letter to his earliest Ayr patron—Robert Aiken—he says:— “I would detest
myself as a wretch if I thought I were capable in a very long life of forgetting the ...
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The Brigs of Ayr " is one of our poet's happiest efforts , but little did he think when
he penned it that he had put a prophesy into the mouth of the presiding genii of
the old bridge which would be fulfilled to the letter before a century rolled into the
...
The Brigs of Ayr " is one of our poet's happiest efforts , but little did he think when
he penned it that he had put a prophesy into the mouth of the presiding genii of
the old bridge which would be fulfilled to the letter before a century rolled into the
...
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Page 17 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Page 190 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 162 - All hail! my own inspired Bard! In me thy native Muse regard! Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard, Thus poorly low! I come to give thee such reward, As we bestow...
Page 71 - I was not so presumptuous as to imagine that I could make verses like printed ones, composed by men who had Greek and Latin; but my girl sung a song which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son, on one of his father's maids, with whom he was in love; and I saw no reason why I might not rhyme as well as he; for excepting that he could shear sheep, and cast peats, his father living in the Moorlands, he had no more scholar craft than myself. Thus with me began love and poetry: which...
Page 70 - You know our country custom of coupling a man and woman together as partners in the labours of harvest. In my fifteenth autumn, my partner was a bewitching creature, a year younger than myself. My scarcity of English denies me the power of doing her justice in that language, but you know the Scotch idiom: she was a "bonnie, sweet, sonsie lass".
Page 202 - To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr. Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales ; The scenes where wretched fancy roves, Pursuing past, unhappy loves! Farewell, my friends ! Farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those— The bursting tears my heart declare, Farewell the bonnie banks of Ayr ! SONG.
Page 237 - They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark! Now Tam, O Tam, had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens! Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!
Page 231 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usherest in the day My Mary from my Soul was torn. O Mary ! dear, departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hearst thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 3 - Tis Flora's page: — In every place, In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise; The Rose has but a summer reign, — The Daisy never dies.
Page 203 - The gloomy night is gathering fast — when a letter from Dr. Blacklock to a friend of mine, overthrew all my schemes, by opening new prospects to my poetic ambition.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Rambles Through the Land of Burns |
| Author | Archibald R. Adamson |
| Publisher | Dunlop & Drennan, 1879 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 24 Feb 2006 |
| Length | 274 pages |
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