Rambles Through the Land of BurnsDunlop & Drennan, 1879 - 274 pages |
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Page 71
... fair without a flaw . " She dresses aye sae clean and neat , Both decent and genteel , An ' then theres something in her gait Gars ony dress look weel . " The difficulties and privations undergone by the parents of the poet while on ...
... fair without a flaw . " She dresses aye sae clean and neat , Both decent and genteel , An ' then theres something in her gait Gars ony dress look weel . " The difficulties and privations undergone by the parents of the poet while on ...
Page 90
... fair ; With Nature enraptur'd and artifice scorning , How sweet were his notes on the banks of the Ayr ! And near to that spot where his kindred dust slumbers , And mark'd by the bard on the tablets of fame , And near the thatch'd roof ...
... fair ; With Nature enraptur'd and artifice scorning , How sweet were his notes on the banks of the Ayr ! And near to that spot where his kindred dust slumbers , And mark'd by the bard on the tablets of fame , And near the thatch'd roof ...
Page 92
... fair as they did when Burns wandered by them or " Walked in glory and in pride , Following his plough upon the mountain side . " Visitors sauntered in the path as if unwilling to bid adieu to the fascinating scene , but one happy chap ...
... fair as they did when Burns wandered by them or " Walked in glory and in pride , Following his plough upon the mountain side . " Visitors sauntered in the path as if unwilling to bid adieu to the fascinating scene , but one happy chap ...
Page 97
... heart , But the ruin lingers still , Though the fair and young depart . " From Greenan Castle I passed down to the shore and walked G sharply towards Ayr - the tide being far out and RAMBLES THROUGH THE LAND OF BURNS . 97.
... heart , But the ruin lingers still , Though the fair and young depart . " From Greenan Castle I passed down to the shore and walked G sharply towards Ayr - the tide being far out and RAMBLES THROUGH THE LAND OF BURNS . 97.
Page 100
... Fair " : - " Now a ' the congregation o'er Is silent expectation , For Moody spiels the holy door Wi ' tidings o ' d- -tion . Should Hornie , as in ancient days , ' Mang sons o ' God present him , The very sight o ' Moodie's face To's ...
... Fair " : - " Now a ' the congregation o'er Is silent expectation , For Moody spiels the holy door Wi ' tidings o ' d- -tion . Should Hornie , as in ancient days , ' Mang sons o ' God present him , The very sight o ' Moodie's face To's ...
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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.