Rambles Through the Land of BurnsDunlop & Drennan, 1879 - 274 pages |
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Page 124
... lodge St. James owned when Burns took an active part in it , and also the Bible of her great grandfather , a curiosity in its way . It bears the following : - " John Richard , his book . God gave him grace to make a good use of it . " I ...
... lodge St. James owned when Burns took an active part in it , and also the Bible of her great grandfather , a curiosity in its way . It bears the following : - " John Richard , his book . God gave him grace to make a good use of it . " I ...
Page 125
... lodge of Freemasons held their meetings and initiated the bard into the mysteries of their craft . Mr. Neil Murchy , who is in possession of the chair , toddy ladle , and drinking glass of this the mother lodge of Robert Burns , kindly ...
... lodge of Freemasons held their meetings and initiated the bard into the mysteries of their craft . Mr. Neil Murchy , who is in possession of the chair , toddy ladle , and drinking glass of this the mother lodge of Robert Burns , kindly ...
Page 128
... lodge nights or other special occasions . He rode booted ; he used to stable his horse at the mill ; was remarkably kind , pleasant , and affable , and ' straiket her head wi ' his hand on the last occasion when she was there . ' Her ...
... lodge nights or other special occasions . He rode booted ; he used to stable his horse at the mill ; was remarkably kind , pleasant , and affable , and ' straiket her head wi ' his hand on the last occasion when she was there . ' Her ...
Page 130
... lodge . Here I was shown the chair Burns occupied when Depute- Master , and also the minute book in which his bold signature repeatedly occurs as such . The jewel , or badge to which he alludes in his " Farewell " to the lodge , was put ...
... lodge . Here I was shown the chair Burns occupied when Depute- Master , and also the minute book in which his bold signature repeatedly occurs as such . The jewel , or badge to which he alludes in his " Farewell " to the lodge , was put ...
Page 133
Archibald R. Adamson. " Then brethren of the lodge St. James , And sister lodges gathered here , One silent round his memory claims- The round requested with a tear . ' Let's be upstanding to the call Of him , the bard whom Scotia mourns ...
Archibald R. Adamson. " Then brethren of the lodge St. James , And sister lodges gathered here , One silent round his memory claims- The round requested with a tear . ' Let's be upstanding to the call Of him , the bard whom Scotia mourns ...
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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.