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共 79 段- XVII. To Mr. John Kennedy. Enclosing "The Gowan"
- In this new farm William Burns seemed to strike root, and th
- To accomplish this required an acquaintance with man beyond
- Other reasons for his failure have been assigned. It is to t
- Such was the impression which Burns made at first on the fai
- During this season he began his lyric contributions to the M
- The duties of his situation were however performed punctuall
- His sinking state was not unobserved by his friends, and Sym
- To his Subscriber, the Author returns his most sincere thank
- ["There was a certain period of my life," says Burns, "that
- "Sax thousand years are near hand fled
- [This sarcastic sally was written on the admission of Mr. Ma
- Then, straught or crooked, yird or nane,
- Sae I gat paper in a blink
- Thee, Ferintosh! O sadly lost!
- November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh;
- Jamaica bodies, use him weel,
- On reading, in the public papers, the "Laureate's Ode," with
- My hand-waled curse keep hard in chase
- [This is the lady of the drinking-glasses; the Mrs. Mac of m
- Thus, resign'd and quiet, creep
- But to conclude my silly rhyme,
- At dawn, when ev'ry grassy blade
- Now Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans
- [By this Poem Burns prepared the way for his humble request
- So may no ruffian feeling in thy breast,
- An honest man here lies at rest
- If you rattle along like your mistress's tongue,
- O wha will own he did the fau't?
- We liv'd full one-and-twenty years
- Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade,
- An' O! my Eppie,
- Altho' I love my Chloris mair
- Tune--"_Craigtown's growing._"
- "Haud aff your hands, young man," she says,
- But oh! she's an heiress,--auld Robin's a laird,
- and assigned this reason: "In fact, a fair dame at whose shr
- How can my poor heart be glad,
- Tune--"_Here's a health to them that's awa._"
- [Communicated to Thomson, 17th of February, 1796, to be prin
- Your uncommon personal advantages, and your superior good se
- If ever any young man, in the vestibule of the world, chance
- I have waited on Armour since her return home; not from any
- Dugald Stewart, and some of my learned friends, put me in th
- Your lordship touches the darling chord of my heart when you
- I'm sitten down here after seven and forty miles ridin', e'e
- My father was of the north of Scotland, the son of a farmer,
- From henceforth, my dear Sir, I am determined to set off wit
- EDINBURGH.
- I have much to tell you "of men, their manners, and their wa
- But an honest man has nothing to fear. If we lie down in the
- This is the second day, my honoured friend, that I have been
- I like your way in your church-yard lucubrations. Thoughts t
- Bred and educated in revolution principles, the principles o
- Many happy returns of the season to you, my dear Sir! May yo
- I no sooner hit on any poetic plan or fancy, but I wish to s
- Your poem I have read with the highest pleasure. I have a wa
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- That d--mned mare of yours is dead. I would freely have give
- I laid down my goose-feather to beat my brains for an apt si
- I do not know, Sir, whether you are a subscriber to _Grose's
- I would, as usual, have availed myself of the privilege your
- On a summer's evening, about the time that nature puts on he
- In my very early years, when I was thinking of going to the
- Now in this short, stormy, winter day of our fleeting existe
- That the arrows of misfortune, however they should, as incid
- [Peter Pindar, the name under which it was the pleasure of t
- I mentioned to you a Scots ode or song I had lately composed
- You should have heard from me long ago; but over and above s
- I agree with you as to the air, "Craigieburn-wood," that a c
- As I am in a complete Decemberish humour, gloomy, sullen, st
- This will be delivered to you by Mrs. Hyslop, landlady of th
- In Sinclair's Statistical Account of Scotland, this song is
- These two stanzas I composed when I was seventeen, and are a
- O weary fa' the waukrife cock,
- _Saturday._--Spend the day at Mr. Grieve's--made a royal arc
- Know all men by these presents that I Robert Burns of Mossgi
- _Girn_, to grin, to twist the features in rage, agony, &c.;
- _Slap_, a gate, a breach in a fence.