...merely indicated in the beautiful song of AIary Morrison. OH Mary, at thy window be, It is the wished, the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, dun A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could 1 the rich reward secure,...

...fixed on her alone. JAMES UPTON. MARY MORISON. 0 MARY, at thy window be I It is the wished, the trystcd hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frao sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The...

...That man to man, the warld o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that. MARY MORISON. MARY, at thy window be I It is the wish'd, the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see That mak the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun,...

...must give at least one example : — 0 Mary, at thy window be, It is the wished, the trysted hour I Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor ; How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The...

...good nature. Such a woman is bright and happy, and, in being so, is a prize of inestimable value. " Those smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor."—BURNS. The people of Sparta— " Sparta still with female beauty gay," as Homer sang—were...

...fam,ly Morisons at Mauchline.] O MART, at thy window be, It ia the wish'd, the trysted hour! Tliose smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's...I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. n. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha, To thee my fancy took...

...Such are the lines of "Mary Morison," &c.' — HAZLITT. O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wished, the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae enn to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The...

...be the most pathetic of the poet's love effusions. " Oh Mary, at thy wintlow be, It is the wished, the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor. How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary alave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The...

...tryntcd hour 1 Those smiles aud glances let me Bee, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun,...secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to tho trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted na' To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat,...

...Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor ; How blithely wad I bic.e the stoure ', A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Mori son. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thec my fancy...