Rambles Through the Land of BurnsDunlop & Drennan, 1879 - 274 strán (strany) |
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... weel , " as he paused in his flight on its summit to view the flames he so dexterously raised . An excellent view of Ayr is obtained from the site of the monument , but unfor- tunately for the tradition the district bore the descriptive ...
... weel , " as he paused in his flight on its summit to view the flames he so dexterously raised . An excellent view of Ayr is obtained from the site of the monument , but unfor- tunately for the tradition the district bore the descriptive ...
Strana 68
... Weel , like every ither thing it's changed too , an ' I dinna think there's a stane stan'in ' that was in it in his father's time . " To all appearance the statement was true , so the reader need not be troubled with more than the ...
... Weel , like every ither thing it's changed too , an ' I dinna think there's a stane stan'in ' that was in it in his father's time . " To all appearance the statement was true , so the reader need not be troubled with more than the ...
Strana 70
... weel enough . ' " " And again , in some noble verses , we have the following passage : - " I mind it weel in early date , When I was beardless , young , and blate , And first could thrash the barn , Or haud a yoking at the plough ; An ...
... weel enough . ' " " And again , in some noble verses , we have the following passage : - " I mind it weel in early date , When I was beardless , young , and blate , And first could thrash the barn , Or haud a yoking at the plough ; An ...
Strana 71
... 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 this farm served to bring out RAMBLES THROUGH THE LAND OF BURNS . 71.
... 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 this farm served to bring out RAMBLES THROUGH THE LAND OF BURNS . 71.
Strana 75
... weel mounted on his grey mare , Meg , ' and a flight of witches in full pursuit of him . Tam approached from the plantation near the cottage , and jogging along the road , put spurs to his noble Maggie ' opposite the ' auld haunted kirk ...
... weel mounted on his grey mare , Meg , ' and a flight of witches in full pursuit of him . Tam approached from the plantation near the cottage , and jogging along the road , put spurs to his noble Maggie ' opposite the ' auld haunted kirk ...
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Allan Cunningham Alloway Alloway Kirk appearance Ayrshire banks bard bears the following beautiful Blind Harry bonnie braes bridge Brig building burgh Castle celebrated church churchyard cottage Cross death died distance district Doon door Dumfries Earl Edinburgh Ellisland entered erected farm father favourite frae Friars Gavin Hamilton genius grave heart highway hill honour humble inscription interest James Jean John Kilmarnock Kirk land lass Lawrie Lochlea look Lord Loudoun Macrae Mauchline memory minister Monkton monument Mossgiel Mount Oliphant muse Newmilns Nith o'er parish passed poems poet poet's poetic Pow Brig Prestwick ramble residence river river Ayr road Robert Burns Robert Chambers Robert the Bruce round ruin says scene Shanter song stone stood street Tarbolton thou took tower town tradition trees verses vicinity village visitors walk wall Wallace weel winds wood
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Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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".
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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?
Strana 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.
Strana 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.