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... thing else would be a kind of treason against one of the most sacred of human sentiments . depart for the new scene and the new society , with des- ponding hearts , as if we believed it impossible ever again to form such attachments as ...
... thing else would be a kind of treason against one of the most sacred of human sentiments . depart for the new scene and the new society , with des- ponding hearts , as if we believed it impossible ever again to form such attachments as ...
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... thing about this nation changes in ten years ) — that they hardly seemed to belong to the same country . While the gay young officers of the emperor went frolick- ing about in long surtouts and moustaches , turning the heads of all the ...
... thing about this nation changes in ten years ) — that they hardly seemed to belong to the same country . While the gay young officers of the emperor went frolick- ing about in long surtouts and moustaches , turning the heads of all the ...
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... thing but fair . If either the sky , however , is overcast , or a few straggling drops from some passing cloud are felt upon the cheeks , then it is curious to observe how they coax , as it were , the powers of the air , and extract ...
... thing but fair . If either the sky , however , is overcast , or a few straggling drops from some passing cloud are felt upon the cheeks , then it is curious to observe how they coax , as it were , the powers of the air , and extract ...
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... thing , just sufficient to give a keener relish for the jigot of mutton done to a turn at home , and to be par- taken of at five . They used to drop down Leith Walk or the Easter Road , at the rate of two knots and a half in the hour ...
... thing , just sufficient to give a keener relish for the jigot of mutton done to a turn at home , and to be par- taken of at five . They used to drop down Leith Walk or the Easter Road , at the rate of two knots and a half in the hour ...
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... thing is to be lifted ; converses on the prevailing colour in the new winter dresses , and leads the laugh when any thing droll is mentioned . When Miss Jessy and Miss Sally go out for a walk , or on any errand of duty , the dangler has ...
... thing is to be lifted ; converses on the prevailing colour in the new winter dresses , and leads the laugh when any thing droll is mentioned . When Miss Jessy and Miss Sally go out for a walk , or on any errand of duty , the dangler has ...
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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...