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Sida 87
... Shanter and his cronie- His drouthy brother , Souter Johnnie . This time - worn " quaich , " which circles free , Oft have they drained in social glee . Had but this room , alas ! tongue , Where rantin ' rovin ' Robin strung , By Islay ...
... Shanter and his cronie- His drouthy brother , Souter Johnnie . This time - worn " quaich , " which circles free , Oft have they drained in social glee . Had but this room , alas ! tongue , Where rantin ' rovin ' Robin strung , By Islay ...
Sida 90
... Shanter , and The Souter smiling at his hand , Who " life's glad moments " seem to share , In spite of every cross and care ; Come weal or woe , seems little matter , 66 And aye the yill seems growin ' better . " But fleeting Time what ...
... Shanter , and The Souter smiling at his hand , Who " life's glad moments " seem to share , In spite of every cross and care ; Come weal or woe , seems little matter , 66 And aye the yill seems growin ' better . " But fleeting Time what ...
Sida 240
... banks of the Doon , stands the venerable ruins of Kirk Alloway , entirely roofless , immortalised in his poem of " Tam o ' Shanter ; " while an elegant monument has been erected to his memory between this building and the 240 NOTES .
... banks of the Doon , stands the venerable ruins of Kirk Alloway , entirely roofless , immortalised in his poem of " Tam o ' Shanter ; " while an elegant monument has been erected to his memory between this building and the 240 NOTES .
Sida 241
... Shanter , and his cronie , His drouthy brother , Souter Johnnie . ” The inn above mentioned is situated near the southern extremity of Ayr , as you pass along to Burns ' Cottage and Monument . It was frequently affirmed to me to have ...
... Shanter , and his cronie , His drouthy brother , Souter Johnnie . ” The inn above mentioned is situated near the southern extremity of Ayr , as you pass along to Burns ' Cottage and Monument . It was frequently affirmed to me to have ...
Sida 243
... Shanter " is situated on the banks of Doon , near Auld Kirk Alloway , and about a stonecast from the new bridge across the river . The thorn mentioned by Burns as growing above it is gone . The well is of a circular form , composed of ...
... Shanter " is situated on the banks of Doon , near Auld Kirk Alloway , and about a stonecast from the new bridge across the river . The thorn mentioned by Burns as growing above it is gone . The well is of a circular form , composed of ...
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adieu ance Arrochar auld baith blast blessed bliss bonnie lassie bosom bowers brave breath bright Burns Cenotaph charms clock strikes twelve curse daur dear death deep dismal divine Doon dread e'en e'er earth endless eternal evanescent eyes fairy fame fate flowers frae gaur glorious glory glow grave Greenock hail hallowed hath Hawick heart Heaven Hence holy honour hope hour immortal immortal Bard inspire Inverkip ivy green joys life's lonely lyre memory mourn Muse nae mair nameless Nature's ne'er hae peace never night o'er Old Mortality Paisley Parnassian pass pleasure praise quaich revere roam sacred scenes Scotia's shade Shanter sigh siller's sent hame sing slumbering smile sorrow soul spot sweet Syne tears Teetotal thee thine thou thrice thrilling tree truth twizel wail weel wing wonder worth
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Sida 17 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Sida 61 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they?
Sida 111 - Where the car climb'd the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, 'here was, or is,
Sida 191 - I had a wife wi' a hunner or twa ? I've aft had a blink o' Dame Fortune's bricht e'e, But passed her aye by as she cared nae for me; What's wealth but a syren that sings to beguile, And honour a bauble that glitters awhile; For them and for grandeur I little but care — Eneugh be my lot, wi' a morsel to spare: The sma'er the height, 0 the less is the fa', Sae a' my ambition's a hunner or twa. I care nae for beauty, gin she be but guid, I rate nae her worth by connection or bluid; As the fairest...
Sida 234 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. " My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?
Sida 111 - Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! — but these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free...
Sida 190 - A HUNNER OR TWA. Sing hey for a wife wi' a hunner or twa, A canty bit wife wi' a hunner or twa ; Contentet and blithe, and hoo crouse wad I craw, Gin I had a wife wi...
Sida 144 - And every grove and bower enshrouds For me but memories now. Thus sacred thrice those scenes to me, How thrilling ! how benign ! Round which, as ivy round the tree, My sympathies entwine. Then for yon heights where waves the...
Sida 205 - Unrivalled Flora's loved retreat, Thy smiling garden, hail; An Eden here renewed to meet, What fancy now can fail, As angels' breath thy zephyrs sweet; And oh, the ecstasy, When greets the eye thy blushing walls — The Hirsel yet for me ! Elysian spot, while lasts a string, My lyre I'll tune to thee.
Sida 205 - I'll tune to thee. Dear to my soul, thrice lovely bower, Those nameless sweets of thine; And oh their heaven-inspiring power, How thrilling, how divine...