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... Cruel are the Parents 361 · 361 • 362 336 Mark yonder Pomp . 362 337 My ain Lassie . 362 337 The Hopeless Lover • 363 • 338 Yon Rosy Brier 363 · 338 Last May a Braw Wooer . 364 PAGE PAGE Hey for a Lass wi ' a Tocher CONTENTS . ix.
... Cruel are the Parents 361 · 361 • 362 336 Mark yonder Pomp . 362 337 My ain Lassie . 362 337 The Hopeless Lover • 363 • 338 Yon Rosy Brier 363 · 338 Last May a Braw Wooer . 364 PAGE PAGE Hey for a Lass wi ' a Tocher CONTENTS . ix.
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... marks of practice in extempore elocution . " Like everything else in the way of educational appliance that came within his reach , Burns had turned to good account his participation in the dis- cussions at the homely little Debating ...
... marks of practice in extempore elocution . " Like everything else in the way of educational appliance that came within his reach , Burns had turned to good account his participation in the dis- cussions at the homely little Debating ...
Side 26
... glows with emotion as he marks the cavity in the stone still pointed to as the very spot in which the glorious Bruce set up his standard . During his visit to the Duke of Athol's seat in Blair he is not only 26 INTRODUCTORY BIOGRAPHY .
... glows with emotion as he marks the cavity in the stone still pointed to as the very spot in which the glorious Bruce set up his standard . During his visit to the Duke of Athol's seat in Blair he is not only 26 INTRODUCTORY BIOGRAPHY .
Side 27
... mark the grave of Robert Bruce , there kneeling down and kissing the tomb with sacred fervour . Arrived once more , by the 20th of October , in the capital of Scotland , Burns took up his abode at the dwellinghouse of another teacher at ...
... mark the grave of Robert Bruce , there kneeling down and kissing the tomb with sacred fervour . Arrived once more , by the 20th of October , in the capital of Scotland , Burns took up his abode at the dwellinghouse of another teacher at ...
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... mark ; Though it was sma ' , ' twas weel - won gear , An ' thou was stark . When first I gaed to woo my Jenny , Ye then was trottin ' wi ' your minnie : Though ye was trickie , slee , an ' funnie , Ye ne'er was donsie ; But hamely ...
... mark ; Though it was sma ' , ' twas weel - won gear , An ' thou was stark . When first I gaed to woo my Jenny , Ye then was trottin ' wi ' your minnie : Though ye was trickie , slee , an ' funnie , Ye ne'er was donsie ; But hamely ...
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Side 92 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, 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. Perhaps...
Side 106 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Side 92 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Side 14 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake! The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Side 91 - 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...
Side 263 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Side 92 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and 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...
Side 344 - Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that ; For a
Side 181 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Side 92 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?