Rambles Through the Land of BurnsDunlop & Drennan, 1879 - 274 pages |
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... head or gowan is composed of a cluster of distinct but minute flowerets , each of which consists of a single petal - a fact doubtless which will astonish many young readers ; but let them , when next out for a ramble , pluck one , and ...
... head or gowan is composed of a cluster of distinct but minute flowerets , each of which consists of a single petal - a fact doubtless which will astonish many young readers ; but let them , when next out for a ramble , pluck one , and ...
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... head ; But thou , wild bramble ! back dost bring , In all thy beauteous power , The fresh green days of life's fair spring , And boyhood's blossomy hour . Scorn'd bramble of the brake ! once more Thou bidst me be a boy , To gad with ...
... head ; But thou , wild bramble ! back dost bring , In all thy beauteous power , The fresh green days of life's fair spring , And boyhood's blossomy hour . Scorn'd bramble of the brake ! once more Thou bidst me be a boy , To gad with ...
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... head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee , Glencairn , And a ' that thou hast done for me ! " Margaret , the second daughter of " Fiddler M'Quire , ” married in ...
... head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee , Glencairn , And a ' that thou hast done for me ! " Margaret , the second daughter of " Fiddler M'Quire , ” married in ...
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... heads , and other implements of warfare used by the Caledonians . " In what form the town existed at that period cannot now be ascertained , but one thing is certain , that although often remodelled , it has witnessed in some shape or ...
... heads , and other implements of warfare used by the Caledonians . " In what form the town existed at that period cannot now be ascertained , but one thing is certain , that although often remodelled , it has witnessed in some shape or ...
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... head of a band of trusty burgesses , and heard that the English soldiery were rioting and drinking in the Barns in all the recklessness of fancied security . A council of war being held , it was decided that the town should be entered ...
... head of a band of trusty burgesses , and heard that the English soldiery were rioting and drinking in the Barns in all the recklessness of fancied security . A council of war being held , it was decided that the town should be entered ...
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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.