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... 287 Cleverness , 290 House - Money , 295 Peeps from a Window , 299 Small Affairs , 306 310 Beginnings , The Man who Sung when asked , 313 SPIRIT OF CHAMBERS'S JOURNAL . MONSIEUR MOLLIN . ATTACHMENTS to viii CONTENTS .
... 287 Cleverness , 290 House - Money , 295 Peeps from a Window , 299 Small Affairs , 306 310 Beginnings , The Man who Sung when asked , 313 SPIRIT OF CHAMBERS'S JOURNAL . MONSIEUR MOLLIN . ATTACHMENTS to viii CONTENTS .
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... beginning even to the close of life and each successive woman upon whom our power of affection has chanced to be exerted . About the end of the last war , a considerable number of the French officers who had been taken prisoners and ...
... beginning even to the close of life and each successive woman upon whom our power of affection has chanced to be exerted . About the end of the last war , a considerable number of the French officers who had been taken prisoners and ...
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... beginning to reach his arms out of bed , and call- ing for breakfast . In one hour after that date , the two are seen dropping out at the bottom of the King's Park , on the way to Portobello . We say no more . They re- turn about four ...
... beginning to reach his arms out of bed , and call- ing for breakfast . In one hour after that date , the two are seen dropping out at the bottom of the King's Park , on the way to Portobello . We say no more . They re- turn about four ...
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... beginning to stagger to a cessation ; Dr Blair past in his gown ; only a few decent citizens , with their wives and children , remaining unchurched ; these evidently about to disappear off the street altogether . A small group of middle ...
... beginning to stagger to a cessation ; Dr Blair past in his gown ; only a few decent citizens , with their wives and children , remaining unchurched ; these evidently about to disappear off the street altogether . A small group of middle ...
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... beginning of the drill , and I had to march all the time in that state ; I thought I should have died of the pain of it . " " But what do you think Lord Cathcart said of us , ” asks another , " after our last review ? Why , he said that ...
... beginning of the drill , and I had to march all the time in that state ; I thought I should have died of the pain of it . " " But what do you think Lord Cathcart said of us , ” asks another , " after our last review ? Why , he said that ...
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Page 59 - 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' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 59 - 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.
Page 62 - 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 ? That sacred hour can I forget ! — Can I forget the hallow'd grove Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one day of parting love...
Page 62 - I forget the hallowed 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 kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
Page 58 - 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 62 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st 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? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 62 - 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 62 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day...
Page 61 - To Mary in Heaven. This celebrated poem was, it is on all hands admitted, composed by Burns in September, 1789, on the anniversary of the day on which he heard of the death of his early love, Mary Campbell; but Mr.
Page 59 - The lovers stood on each side of a small purling brook; they laved their hands in its limpid stream, and, holding a bible between them, pronounced their vows to be faithful to each other. They parted — never to meet again...