Views in North Britain, illustrative of the works of Robert Burns, accompanied with descriptions, and a sketch of the poet's life [abridged from J. Currie's life of Robert Burns] by J. Storer and J. Greig

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Pagina 29 - nature. Coffins stood round, like open presses; That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some devilish cantrip slight, Each in its cauld hand held a light, By which heroic Tarn was able To note upon the haly table, A murderer's banes in gibbet aims ; Twa
Pagina 21 - But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name! Reader, attend—whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit, Know, prudent, cautious, self-controul Is Wisdom's root.
Pagina 42 - weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these counsels on thy soul : Life is but a day at most, Sprung from night, in darkness lost; Hope, not sunshine ev'ry hour, Fear not clouds will always lour. Stranger, go, Heav'n be
Pagina 49 - marble here, nor pompous lay ! No storied urn, nor animated bust ! This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way, , To pour her sorrows o'er her Poet's dust. • • 50 On the other side of the stone is as follows: By
Pagina 15 - Maun please the great folk for a wamefu' ; For me, sae laigh, I need na bow, For, Lord be thankit, I can plough ; And when I downa yoke a naig, Then, Lord be thankit, I can beg ; Sae I shall say, an
Pagina 20 - character, that we are persuaded a better finish cannot be given to this sketch, than by its insertion here. Precept, when founded on the deductions of experience, becomes of ten-fold greater value than when its crude advice is the simple inference of reflection. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to
Pagina 3 - with blossoms red : But never more °shall poet tread Thy airy heights, thy woodland reign, Since he, the sweetest bard, is dead, That ever breath'd the soothing strain. LONDON: Printed by J. Swan, 76, Fleet Street, AND PUBLISHED BY VERNOR AND HOOD, POULTRY; JAMES STORER AND JOHN GREIG, ENGRAVERS, CHAPEL STREET, PENTONVILLE.
Pagina 30 - wee, unchristen'd bairns ; A thief, new-cutted frae a rape, Wi' his last gasp, his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' blude red -rusted ; Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled ; A knife, a father's throat had mangled. Whom his ain son o'life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft : Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which e'en to name wad be
Pagina 49 - Haply my sires have left their shed, And fac'd grim danger's loudest roar, Bold following where your fathers led. The impossibility of our entering into an ample description of the numerous public buildings, charitable institutions, &c. in Edinburgh, induces us to refer our readers
Pagina 40 - A bard was selected to witness the fray. And tell future ages the feats of the day ;. A bard, who detested all sadness and spleen, And wish'd that Parnassus a vineyard had been.

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