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Page v
... various districts celebrated by the residence and muse of the Poet, but also to
their historical and traditional associations, and to passages in his life and
writings inseparably connected with them. Having done this, and pointed out
numerous ...
... various districts celebrated by the residence and muse of the Poet, but also to
their historical and traditional associations, and to passages in his life and
writings inseparably connected with them. Having done this, and pointed out
numerous ...
Page viii
Privations Endured by the Parents of Burns when Residing at Mount Oliphant
The Poet's First Sweetheart — The Flitting- ... 83 CHAPTER VIII . , The Monument
on the banks of Doon -- Its External and Internal Appearance - Relics of the Poet
...
Privations Endured by the Parents of Burns when Residing at Mount Oliphant
The Poet's First Sweetheart — The Flitting- ... 83 CHAPTER VIII . , The Monument
on the banks of Doon -- Its External and Internal Appearance - Relics of the Poet
...
Page ix
... A Burns Worthy - Craigie RoadScargie - Howcommon - A Good Joke - Scenery
— The Farm of Lochlea and Crannog – The Old Dwelling - House and New Barn
- The Death of the Poet's Father - Wild FlowersThe River Ayr - Failford , etc.
... A Burns Worthy - Craigie RoadScargie - Howcommon - A Good Joke - Scenery
— The Farm of Lochlea and Crannog – The Old Dwelling - House and New Barn
- The Death of the Poet's Father - Wild FlowersThe River Ayr - Failford , etc.
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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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CHAPTER XXI., - - - - - - - - - 257 The House in which Burns Died—His
Circumstances and Last Illness—Goes to Brow—His Anxiety for the Welfare of
his Family—An Affecting Anecdote—The Poet's Return to Dumfries—The Anxiety
of the ...
CHAPTER XXI., - - - - - - - - - 257 The House in which Burns Died—His
Circumstances and Last Illness—Goes to Brow—His Anxiety for the Welfare of
his Family—An Affecting Anecdote—The Poet's Return to Dumfries—The Anxiety
of 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.
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| 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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