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Chronicle of the Hundredth Birthday of Robert Burns (Classic Reprint)
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acted as croupier admiration applause assembled Auld Langsyne Ayrshire Bailie band beautiful birth bonnie bonnie Doon celebrate the centenary Chairman gave character Cottar's Saturday Night countrymen decorated dinner Dumfries eloquent enthusiasm evergreens excellent fame feeling festival haggis hall happy hear heart honour Hotel hour immortal bard Immortal Memory James John ladies land lived Lodge Loud cheers loyal and patriotic Mauchline meeting Memory of Burns Memory of Robert Messrs national bard national poet native never noble o'clock occasion occupied the chair party patriotic toasts peasantry plough poems poet's poetic poetry present presided proceedings proposed the toast recited Robert Burns sang Scotch Scotchmen Scotland Scots wha hae Scott Scottish sentiment Shanter singing Sir Walter Scott soiree songs were sung speech spirit supper tenary tion toast was drunk toasts were given town usual loyal toasts William William Burns
Page 443 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ! Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can pomt their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o...
Page 25 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 170 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the keystane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross! But ere the keystane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake; For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tarn wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle!
Page 136 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us; He knows each chord, — its various tone, Each spring, — its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute; We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 437 - And nights devoid of ease. Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction
Page 175 - But why to Him confine the prayer, When kindred thoughts and yearnings bear On the frail heart the purest share With all that live? — The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive ! VOL. IV. E
Page 4 - And decks the lily fair in flowery pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Page 41 - Jerusalem, the mother of our new birth, is in all lands at once, fully and entirely, as a spirit ; in the East and in the West, in the North and in the South : that is, wherever her outward instruments are to be found.
Page 136 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias...
Page 77 - And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...