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acquainted ancient appearance Auchtertyre Ayrshire banks beautiful became bridge Bruce building Burns Burns's called Carrick castle character church circumstances connected consequence course daughter death Doon Dumfries Dunlop Earl early Edinburgh expressed eyes fall father feelings feet give ground Hamilton hand hills HONOURABLE immediately interest James John kind king Kirk known lady lake land late letter lived Lord mansion miles mind monument nature never night occasion once original parish passed person poem poet poet's possession present probably recollection remains remarkable represented residence respecting rise river road Robert rock says scene Scotland Scottish seat seems seen side situated song stream supposed thou took town usually verses visited whole wife woods writing young
Página 30 - Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. . How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild Evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Página 81 - Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary! dear, departed shade! Where Is thy place of blissful rest?
Página 67 - Mr. Robert Burns was some time in the parish of Tarbolton prior to my acquaintance with him. His social disposition easily procured him acquaintance ; but a certain satirical seasoning, with which he and all poetical geniuses are in some degree influenced, while it set the rustic circle in a roar, was not unaccompanied by its kindred attendant, suspicious fear.
Página 47 - Tam wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin caught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Página 80 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.