'A bonnie lass, ye kenn'd her name, In Hornbook's care; Horn sent her aff to her lang hame, raised, belly A few miscellaneous poems remain to be quoted. These do not naturally fall into any of the major classes of Burns's work, yet are too struck beyond, twelve got us to our feet important either for their intrinsic worth or the light they throw on his character and genius to be omitted. The Elegies, of which he wrote many, following, as has been seen, the tradition founded by Sempill of Beltrees, may be exemplified by Tam Samson's Elegy and that on Captain Matthew Henderson. Special phases of Scottish patriotism are expressed in Scotch Drink, and the address To a Haggis; while more personal is A Bard's Epitaph. In this last we have Burns's summing up of his own character, and it closes with his recommendation of the virtue he strove after but could never attain. twisted worse, everybody groan weep alone clothe, child rent in kind TAM SAMSON'S ELEGY Has auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? To preach an' read? Kilmarnock lang may grunt an' grane, To death, she's dearly paid the kane,- In curling, to guard is to protect one stone by another in front; to draw is to drive a stone into a good position by striking it with another; to wick a bore is to hit a stone obliquely and send it through between two others. The line a curling stone must cross to stay in the game. When at his heart he felt the dagger, But yet he drew the mortal trigger Wi' weel-aim'd heed; 'Lord, five!' he cried, an' owre did stagger; Tam Samson's dead! Ilk hoary hunter mourn'd a brither; Where Burns has wrote, in rhyming blether, There low he lies in lasting rest; To hatch and breed; Alas! nae mair he'll them molest! Tam Samson's dead! When August winds the heather wave, O' pouther an' lead, Till Echo answer frae her cave 'Tam Samson's dead!' 'Heav'n rest his saul, where'er he be!' Yet what remead? Ae social honest man want we: Tam Samson's dead! THE EPITAPH Tam Samson's weel-worn clay here lies: Ye canting zealots, spare him! If honest worth in heaven rise, Ye'll mend ere ye win near him. nonsense builds powder more remedy One |