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Page vii
... original Version ( In PAGE 366 ( Loud ib . • • • 367 · · · ib . • ib . ib . SONGS AND BALLADS . 87. My love she's but a lassie yet Variations to Do 88. Jamie , come try me · Variations to Do · PAGE • . 379 ib . • ib . ib . • ib . 380 ib ...
... original Version ( In PAGE 366 ( Loud ib . • • • 367 · · · ib . • ib . ib . SONGS AND BALLADS . 87. My love she's but a lassie yet Variations to Do 88. Jamie , come try me · Variations to Do · PAGE • . 379 ib . • ib . ib . • ib . 380 ib ...
Page viii
... original version ib . ib . • 404 ib . 142. Nithsdale's welcome hame 405 cauld ) • 143. The merry Ploughman ib . * 178 . Ah , Chloris ! since it may na be 179. For the sake o ' Somebody 180. The cardin ' o't . ( I coft a stane o ' has ...
... original version ib . ib . • 404 ib . 142. Nithsdale's welcome hame 405 cauld ) • 143. The merry Ploughman ib . * 178 . Ah , Chloris ! since it may na be 179. For the sake o ' Somebody 180. The cardin ' o't . ( I coft a stane o ' has ...
Page ix
... Original song of " Logan Braes " ༄ ཨཽ ib . " O gin my love were yon red rose , " and two additional verses 462 • 442 · • • ib . No. I. Thomson to Burns , requesting the Bard to write twenty - five songs suited to particular melodies ...
... Original song of " Logan Braes " ༄ ཨཽ ib . " O gin my love were yon red rose , " and two additional verses 462 • 442 · • • ib . No. I. Thomson to Burns , requesting the Bard to write twenty - five songs suited to particular melodies ...
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... Original Sin , Á Select Collection of English Songs , and Hervey's Meditations , had formed the whole of my reading . " But when to these we add Young's Night Thoughts , which his own poems prove him to have admired , we cannot see that ...
... Original Sin , Á Select Collection of English Songs , and Hervey's Meditations , had formed the whole of my reading . " But when to these we add Young's Night Thoughts , which his own poems prove him to have admired , we cannot see that ...
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... original stock . " The judgment could not to do : when he put pen to paper , all thoughts of crops and cattle vanished ; he only noted down ends of verse and fragments of song : his copy of Small's Treatise on Ploughs is now before me ...
... original stock . " The judgment could not to do : when he put pen to paper , all thoughts of crops and cattle vanished ; he only noted down ends of verse and fragments of song : his copy of Small's Treatise on Ploughs is now before me ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM Allan Ramsay amang auld Ayr-shire ballad banks bard beautiful bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw BURNS TO G Burns's cauld charms composed CUNNINGHAM dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Epistle eyes fair fancy favourite feeling frae Gavin Hamilton genius hame hand happy heart Highland Highland laddie honour Jacobite Jean John Kilmarnock laddie lady lass lassie letter lo'es look Lord lyric Mauchline maun mind mony morning Mossgiel muse ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem Poet Poet's poetic poetry poor rhyme Rob Morris Robert Robert Burns says Scotland Scots Scottish sing song soul stanza sung sweet Tarbolton taste thee There's Thomson thou thought thro tune verses weel wife wild Willie words wrote ye'll young
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Page 222 - That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld! But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Page 232 - How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal Bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Page 233 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Page 227 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 221 - Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi
Page 52 - Wallace's undaunted heart ; Who dar'd to, nobly, stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part, (The patriot's God, peculiarly thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward !) O never, never, Scotia's realm desert, But still the patriot, and the patriot -bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard ! MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.
Page 300 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious ! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the Rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. — Nae man can tether Time nor Tide, The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...
Page 232 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Page 231 - My loved, my honored, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!
Page 5 - 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 Scottish idiom — she was a bonnie, sweet, sonsie lass.