Memorials of Robert Burns and of some of his contemporaries and their descendants, by the grandson of Robert Aiken, with a numerous selection of his best poems and songs |
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Page 63
... morning of wishes , and would " to God that I came under the Apostle James's des- " cription , ' the prayer of a righteous man availeth much . " " In that case , Madam , you should welcome in a year full of blessings ; every thing that ...
... morning of wishes , and would " to God that I came under the Apostle James's des- " cription , ' the prayer of a righteous man availeth much . " " In that case , Madam , you should welcome in a year full of blessings ; every thing that ...
Page 63
... morning and calm sunny day about " the end , of Autumn ; these , time out of mind , have " been with me a kind of holiday . I believe I owe this " to that glorious paper in the Spectator , The Vision of “ Mirza ; ' a piece that struck ...
... morning and calm sunny day about " the end , of Autumn ; these , time out of mind , have " been with me a kind of holiday . I believe I owe this " to that glorious paper in the Spectator , The Vision of “ Mirza ; ' a piece that struck ...
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... morning taking a peep through , as Young finely says , ' the dark postern of time long elapsed . ' It was a rueful prospect ! What a tissue of " thoughtlessness , weakness , and folly ! My life re- 66 62 WORDSWORTH AT HIS GRAVE Sweet ...
... morning taking a peep through , as Young finely says , ' the dark postern of time long elapsed . ' It was a rueful prospect ! What a tissue of " thoughtlessness , weakness , and folly ! My life re- 66 62 WORDSWORTH AT HIS GRAVE Sweet ...
Page 65
... lang syne . We twa ha'e paidelt † in the burn , Frae morning sun till dine ; But seas between us braid ha'e roar'd , Sin auld lang syne . F Daisies . + Dabbled . 66 THE QUEEN'S drive . Here is an appropriate illustration.
... lang syne . We twa ha'e paidelt † in the burn , Frae morning sun till dine ; But seas between us braid ha'e roar'd , Sin auld lang syne . F Daisies . + Dabbled . 66 THE QUEEN'S drive . Here is an appropriate illustration.
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... morning when unavoidably detained at home , as she sat reading at her open window , after the church bells had ceased and there were no sounds of labour , but only the murmur of the waves as they rippled to MISS BALLANTINE . 133 the ...
... morning when unavoidably detained at home , as she sat reading at her open window , after the church bells had ceased and there were no sounds of labour , but only the murmur of the waves as they rippled to MISS BALLANTINE . 133 the ...
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Afton amang auld auld lang syne Ayrshire banks bard beautiful Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest bonnie bonnie Lass bosom braes BRIGS brother Burns cauld charm Cotter's Saturday Night Dalrymple daughter dear death Doonholm Dugald Stewart e'er Edinburgh Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n fair Farewell father feeling Fête Champêtre flowers frae glen ha'e Halloween hame happy hear heart Highland hills honour James Jean King lass lassie letter lived Lord Lord Cockburn mair married Mary maun mony morning mourn Muse Nature's ne'er never o'er owre pleasure poems poet poetry poor pride rhyme river Ayr roar Robert Aiken Robert Burns Scotland Scottish Shakspere Shaw sing song soul Stewart stream sweet syne Tam O'Shanter tears thee thou thought thro unco verse wander weary weel Whyles wild winds wrote
Popular passages
Page 82 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 200 - His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps "Dundee's" wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive "Martyrs...
Page 199 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave ; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! 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...
Page 178 - An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Page 178 - Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin' ! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O...
Page 367 - 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' 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...
Page 178 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Page 56 - 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 202 - And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Page 197 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...