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acquainted afterwards ancient appearance Auchtertyre Ayrshire banks beautiful became bridge Bruce building Burns Burns's called Carrick castle character church circumstances connected consequence course daughter death described Dumfries Earl early Edinburgh expressed fall father feelings feet give ground hand heart hills HONOURABLE immediately interest island James John kind king known lady lake land late Laurie less letter light lived Lord mansion miles mind Miss nature never night occasion once original passed person poems poet poet's possession present probably recollection remains remarkable residence respecting rise river road Robert rock says scene Scotland Scottish seat seems seen side situated song stream street supposed thou took town usually verses visited whole woods writing young
Page 30 - Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. . How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild Evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Page 81 - Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary! dear, departed shade! Where Is thy place of blissful rest?
Page 67 - Mr. Robert Burns was some time in the parish of Tarbolton prior to my acquaintance with him. His social disposition easily procured him acquaintance ; but a certain satirical seasoning, with which he and all poetical geniuses are in some degree influenced, while it set the rustic circle in a roar, was not unaccompanied by its kindred attendant, suspicious fear.
Page 47 - Tam wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin caught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Page 80 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.