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35293	Hear''st thou the groans that rend his breast?
35293	I wad do-- what would I not?
35293	My heart is a- breaking, dear Tittie, Some counsel unto me come len'', To anger them a''is a pity, But what will I do wi''Tam Glen?
35293	See''st thou thy lover lowly laid?
35293	Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?
35293	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
35293	Wha sae base as be a Slave?
35293	Wha will be a traitor knave?
35293	Where is thy place of blissful rest?
35293	Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him?
30721	''Quamquam ridentem dicere verum quid vetat?''
30721	''There''s nought but care on every hand, In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o''man, An''''twere na for the lasses, O?''
30721	''They take religion in their mouth, They talk o''mercy, grace, and truth, For what?
30721	''Warm as I was from Ossian''s country,''he remarks,''what cared I for fishing towns or fertile carses?''
30721	After all, what was gained by publishing this correspondence?
30721	All the romance and tragedy are there, and what need we more?
30721	And after all what was the result?
30721	Are we to believe that the poet made associates of depraved and abandoned men?
30721	But again, what is meant by low company?
30721	But is this not really the explanation of the whole matter?
30721	But what was the poet to do?
30721	Could satire or sermon have shown more forcibly the revolting inhumanity of a doctrine upheld as divine?
30721	He went into the world with the hall- mark of Henry Mackenzie; and what more was needed?
30721	How can such anomalies understand a man of Burns''s wild and passionate nature, or, indeed, human nature at all?
30721	How could that bonnie lassie refuse him after such proofs of love?
30721	Is it to be seriously contended that these men looked askance at Burns because of his occasional convivialities?
30721	Is not mystery half the charm and beauty of love?
30721	Is there nothing sacred in the lives of our great men?
30721	Love goes by instinct more than by reason; and who shall say it is wrong?
30721	She can not deny his power over her: would he pay another evening visit on Saturday?
30721	The question in Dumfries for a day or two was,''How is Burns now?''
30721	Were these men all coarse minded?
30721	What argument is there?
30721	What matters it whether a critic argues Burns into a first or second or third rate poet?
30721	What more easy than to bear out his testimony with the weight of collateral evidence, and the charitable anecdotage of acquaintances who knew him not?
30721	What power could tempt them?
30721	What was his outlook on the world at this time?
30721	Where was the poet''s indignation to come from?
30721	Why should the_ cloth_--as it is so ingenuously called-- be touched with delicate hands, unless it be that it is shoddy?
30721	Would he wait like Jacob seven years for a wife?
30721	Yet, on the other hand, what could any of these men do for a poet who was''owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool''?
36074	And are wooings and weddings obsolete, that there can be Comedy no longer?
36074	And what does all this avail him?
36074	And what then had these men, which Burns wanted?
36074	Are his Harolds and Giaours, we would ask, real men, we mean, poetically consistent and conceivable men?
36074	But what then is the amount of their blame?
36074	Did not Cervantes finish his work, a maimed soldier, and in prison?
36074	Do men gather grapes of thorns?
36074	For is he not a well- wisher of the French Revolution, a Jacobin, and therefore in that one act guilty of all?
36074	Had they not their game to preserve; their borough interests to strengthen; dinners, therefore, of various kinds to eat and give?
36074	Has life no meanings for him, which another can not equally decipher?
36074	How could a man, so falsely placed, by his own or others''fault, ever know contentment or peaceable diligence for an hour?
36074	How could he be at ease at such banquets?
36074	How did coexisting circumstances modify him from without?
36074	How did the world and man''s life, from his particular position, represent themselves to his mind?
36074	How does the poet speak to all men, with power, but by being still more a man than they?
36074	How, indeed, could the"nobility and gentry of his native land"hold out any help to this"Scottish Bard, proud of his name and country?"
36074	Ilk happing bird, wee helpless thing, That in the merry month o''spring Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o''thee?
36074	In one word, what and how produced was the effect of society on him?
36074	Is he happy, is he good, is he true?
36074	Is it of description-- some visual object to be represented?
36074	Is it of reason-- some truth to be discovered?
36074	Is not every genius an impossibility till he appear?
36074	Is there not the fifth act of a Tragedy, in every death- bed, though it were a peasant''s and a bed of heath?
36074	Nay, have we not seen another instance of it in these very days?
36074	Nay, was there not a touch of grace given him?
36074	Or are men suddenly grown wise, that Laughter must no longer shake his sides, but be cheated of his Farce?
36074	Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing?
36074	Was Milton rich or at his ease, when he composed_ Paradise Lost_?
36074	Was it his aim to_ enjoy_ life?
36074	Were the nobility and gentry so much as able rightly to help themselves?
36074	Were their means more than adequate to all this business, or less than adequate?
36074	What is that excellence?
36074	Where then does it lie?
36074	Where wilt thou cow''r thy chittering wing, And close thy ee?"
36074	Who ever uttered sharper sayings than his; words more memorable, now by their burning vehemence, now by their cool vigor and laconic pith?
36074	Why do we call him new and original, if_ we_ saw where his marble was lying, and what fabric he could rear from it?
36074	Why should we speak of_ Scots, wha hae wi''Wallace bled_; since all know it, from the king to the meanest of his subjects?
36074	Will a Courser of the Sun work softly in the harness of a Drayhorse?
36074	With what endeavors and what efficacy rule over them?
36074	how did he modify these from within?
36074	or shall we cut down our thorns for yielding only a_ fence_, and haws?
36074	what and how produced was his effect on society?
36074	with what resistance and what suffering sink under them?
35299	''These are no ideal pleasures; they are real delights; and I ask what of the delights among the sons of men are superior, not to say equal, to them?
35299	And are they of no more avail, Ten thousand glittering pounds a year?
35299	Are we a piece of machinery that, like the à � olian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident?
35299	But are great abilities, complete without a flaw, and polished without a blemish, the standard of human excellence?
35299	Can I forget that hallow''d grove Where, by the winding Ayr, we met To live one day of parting love?
35299	Could imagination kindle more pure ideals to reveal love than these?
35299	Dare injured nations form the great design, To make detested tyrants bleed?
35299	Do n''t you know that the Supervisor and I will be in upon you in the course of forty minutes?
35299	For what I am destined?
35299	God gave him the vision of the ideal:''Why should ae man better fare, and a''men brothers?''
35299	He asks:''What, then, had these men which Burns wanted?
35299	Hear''st thou the groans that rend his breast?
35299	Hear''st thou the groans that rend his breast?
35299	His fundamental philosophy he expressed in the unanswered and unanswerable questions: Why should ae man better fare, And a''men brothers?
35299	In a letter to Miss Margaret Chalmers, 1788, he wrote:''What signify the silly, idle gewgaws of wealth, or the idle trumpery of greatness?
35299	In other worlds can Mammon fail, Omnipotent as he is here?
35299	In''Will Ye Go to the Indies, My Mary?''
35299	Is Fortune''s fickle Luna waning?
35299	Is it a draught of joy?
35299	Is it the bitter potion of sorrow?
35299	Is there for honesty poverty, That hangs his head an''a''that?
35299	Is this the ancient Caledonian form, Firm as the rock, resistless as the storm?
35299	Many people will doubtless say,''What about Chloris?''
35299	Or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod?
35299	Or thro''each nerve the rapture dart, Like meeting her, our bosom''s treasure?
35299	Professor Gillespie related that he overheard Burns say to a poor woman of Thornhill one fair- day as she stood at her door:''Kate, are you mad?
35299	See''st thou thy lover lowly laid?
35299	See''st thou thy lover lowly laid?
35299	So much for his heart; what says Carlyle about his mind?
35299	Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing?
35299	That sacred hour can I forget?
35299	The statement is incorrect, but, if it had been correct, why make it?
35299	Then is it wise to damp our bliss?
35299	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
35299	Wha for Scotland''s King and Law, Freedom''s sword will strongly draw, Free- Man stand, or Free- Man fa''?
35299	Wha sae base as be a slave?
35299	Wha will be a traitor knave?
35299	What is that excellence?
35299	What was the character of Burns in the estimation of the leading people of his own time?
35299	What were the achievements, in addition to his poetic power, that made Burns''one of the most considerable men of the eighteenth century?''
35299	What were the symbols that he used to typify love?
35299	What were the themes of his love- songs?
35299	Where I am?
35299	Where is thy place of blissful rest?
35299	Where is thy place of blissful rest?
35299	_ Epistle to Dr Blacklock._ If I''m designed yon lordling''s slave, By Nature''s law designed, Why was an independent wish E''er planted in my mind?
35299	and why call his mental strength''untutored,''and his''keen sense of the highest philosophy''''uncultivated''?
35299	are ye an exciseman?
35299	thy wild heaths among, Fam''d for the martial deed, the heaven- taught song, To thee I turn with swimming eyes; Where is that soul of Freedom fled?
35299	why was I born to see misery which I can not relieve?''
21330	Did he ever put his own hand to the work?
21330	Faith,said a neighbouring farmer,"how could he miss but fail?
21330	Has( p.   106) there been ony brewing for the fair here the day?
21330	Kate, are you mad? 21330 ''Well, madam, have( p.   180) you any commands for the other world?'' 21330 ( p.   029) See''st thou thy lover lowly laid? 21330 A lord, no doubt, may be abirkie"and a"coof,"but may not a ploughman be so too?
21330	And dost thou blame the impartial will of Heaven, Untaught of life the good and ill to scan?
21330	And if he had accepted it, would he not have chafed under the( p.   093) obligation, more even than he did in the absence of it?
21330	Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the Æolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident?
21330	Are we sae foughten and harass''d For gear to gang that gate at last?
21330	But how were funds to be got to pay his passage- money?
21330	But though the most rigid economist might not have objected, would Burns have accepted such a benefaction, had it been offered?
21330	But what had Burns been doing for the last year in poetic production?
21330	Do n''t you know that the supervisor and I will be in upon you in forty minutes?"
21330	From earliest manhood till the close, flesh and spirit were waging within him interminable war, and who shall say which had the victory?
21330	Half- a- dozen of them stopped Dr. Maxwell in the street, and said,''How is Burns, sir?''
21330	Hear''st thou the groans that rend his breast?
21330	Hear''st thou the pangs that rend his breast?
21330	How could he miss but fail?
21330	How many of our modern village schools even attempt as much?
21330	How was the plague to be stayed?
21330	I heard one of a group inquire, with much simplicity,''Who do you think will be our poet now?''"
21330	If he was not to succeed as a farmer, might he not find success in another employment that was much more to his mind?
21330	Ilk happing bird, wee helpless thing, That in the merry months o''spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o''thee?
21330	Now, Jock, did you ever hear an auld wife numbering her threads before check- reels were invented?
21330	On one occasion of this kind, a lady at the poet''s side said,"Burns, have you nothing to say of this?"
21330	Or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod?
21330	Or was this not vanity at all, but the bitter irony of self- reproach?
21330	Robert, who was in the room, came up to his bedside( p.   015) and asked,"O father, is it me you mean?"
21330	See''st thou thy lover lowly laid?
21330	Taking men and things as they are, could it well have been otherwise?
21330	Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing?
21330	That clarty barm should stain my laurels, But-- what''ill ye say?
21330	Then he gives the second and best version of the song, beginning thus-- Ye flowery banks o''bonnie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair?
21330	Was ever burn so naturally, yet picturesquely described?
21330	Whare wilt then cow''r thy chittering wing, And close thy e''e?
21330	What could have tempted Burns to select such a man for a fellow- traveller?
21330	What is man?..."
21330	What may we imagine his own feeling to have been in this crisis of his fate?
21330	What more could they, ought they to have done?
21330	What pure English words could have rendered these things as compactly and graphically?
21330	What, then, is the peculiar flavour of this new poetic wine of Burns''poetry?
21330	Where is thy place of blissful rest?
21330	Whether he did wisely in attempting the Excise business, who shall now say?
21330	Who on the text,"He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone,"ever preached such a sermon as Burns in his_ Address to the unco Guid_?
21330	With his small income diminished, how could he meet the increased expenditure caused by sickness?
21330	who would wish for many years?
18388	''O wha is it but Findlay?''
18388	''Shall I, like a fool,''quoth he,''For a naughty hizzie die?
18388	''Wha is that at my bower door?''
18388	( Third Version) Ye banks and braes o''bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
18388	156 What Can a Young Lassie 142 Whistle, and I''ll Come to Ye, My Lad 132 Will Ye Go to the Indies, My Mary?
18388	A MAN''S A MAN FOR A''THAT Is there for honest poverty That hings his head, an''a''that?
18388	AULD LANG SYNE Should auld acquaintance be forgot[ old] And never brought to min''?
18388	Amid their flaring, idle toys, Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,[ noisy] Can they the peace and pleasure feel Of Bessy at her spinnin''-wheel?
18388	And art thou gone, and gone for ever?
18388	And hast thou crost that unknown river, Life''s dreary bound?
18388	And wadna manhood been to blame, Had I unkindly used her?
18388	Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil''d?
18388	Are we sae foughten and harass''d[ troubled] For gear to gang that gate at last?
18388	BONNIE LESLEY O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o''er the border?
18388	Bannocks o''bear meal, Bannocks o''barley; Here''s to the lads wi''The bannocks o''barley; Wha in his wae- days[ woful-] Were loyal to Charlie?
18388	But a''the niest week as I petted wi''care,[ next, fretted] I gaed to the tryst o''Dalgarnock;[ fair] And wha but my fine fickle lover was there?
18388	But what wad ye think?
18388	But will ye tell me, Master Caesar?
18388	Can I forget the hallow''d grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love?
18388	Does the sober bed of marriage Witness brighter scenes of love?
18388	Fell source o''mony a pain an''brash?
18388	Gin a body meet a body Comin''thro''the glen; Gin a body kiss a body, Need the warld ken?
18388	Gin a body meet a body[ If] Comin''thro''the rye; Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry?
18388	HAD I THE WYTE?
18388	Had I the wyte, had I the wyte,[ blame] Had I the wyte?
18388	Hear''st thou the groans that rend his breast?
18388	Hear''st thou the groans that rend his breast?
18388	How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu''o''care?
18388	How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu''o''care?
18388	I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then?
18388	I wad do-- what wad I not?
18388	Is th''wish o''mony mae than me:[ more] He had twa fauts, or maybe three, Yet what remead?
18388	Is there no pity, no relenting ruth, Points to the parents fondling o''er their child?
18388	It opens thus: Should old acquaintance be forgot And never thought upon, The Flames of Love extinguishèd And freely past and gone?
18388	John McMath 181 Twa Dogs, The 219 Wandering Willie 138 Weary Pund o''Tow, The 147 Wha Is that at My Bower Door?
18388	Like thee, where shall I find another, The world around?
18388	My grannie she bought me a beuk,[ book] And I held awa to the school;[ went off] I fear I my talent misteuk, But what will ye hae of a fool?
18388	O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?
18388	O wha can prudence think upon, And sae in love as I am?
18388	O wha can prudence think upon, And sic a lassie by him?
18388	Observ''d ye yon reverend lad Maks faces to tickle the mob?
18388	Oft have ye heard my canty strains;[ cheerful] But now, what else for me remains But tales of woe?
18388	Oh, what is death but parting breath?
18388	Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee?
18388	Or great Mackinlay thrawn his heel?
18388	Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune''s shining?
18388	Seest thou thy lover lowly laid?
18388	Seest thou thy lover lowly laid?
18388	She, the fair sun of all her sex, Has blest my glorious day; And shall a glimmering planet fix My worship to its ray?
18388	TAM GLEN My heart is a breaking, dear tittie,[ sister] Some counsel unto me come len'', To anger them a''is a pity; But what will I do wi''Tam Glen?
18388	TAM SAMSON''S ELEGY Has auld Kilmarnock seen the deil?
18388	THE RANTIN''DOG THE DADDIE O''T O wha my babie- clouts will buy?
18388	That sacred hour can I forget?
18388	Then paints the ruin''d maid, and their distraction wild?
18388	They tak religion in their mouth; They talk o''mercy, grace, an''truth, For what?
18388	They''ll hae me we d a wealthy coof,[ have, dolt] Tho''I mysel''hae plenty, Tam; But hear''st thou, laddie?
18388	To what dark cave of frozen night Shall poor Sylvander hie, Depriv''d of thee, his life and light, The sun of all his joy?
18388	WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi''an auld man?
18388	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
18388	Wha for Scotland''s King and law Freedom''s sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa''?
18388	Wha in a brulzie[ broil] Will first cry a parley?
18388	Wha sae base as be a slave?
18388	Wha will be a traitor knave?
18388	Wha will crack to me my lane?
18388	What dangers thou canst make us scorn?
18388	What is reputation''s care?
18388	What is title?
18388	What signifies his barren shine Of moral pow''rs an''reason?
18388	What tho''like commoners of air, We wander out, we know not where, But either house or hal''?
18388	What tho''with hoary locks I must stand the winter shocks, Beneath the woods and rocks oftentimes for a home?
18388	What was I, or my generation, That I should get sic exaltation?
18388	What woman has so interpreted the feelings of her sex?
18388	Where is thy place of blissful rest?
18388	Where is thy place of blissful rest?
18388	Where wilt thou cow''r thy chittering wing, An''close thy e''e?
18388	Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him?
18388	Wi''sma''to sell, and less to buy, Aboon distress, below envy,[ Above] O wha wad leave this humble state, For a''the pride of a''the great?
18388	Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, Across the Atlantic''s roar?
18388	Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, And leave auld Scotia''s shore?
18388	YE BANKS AND BRAES( Second Version) Ye flowery banks o''bonnie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair?
18388	Ye see your state wi''theirs compar''d, And shudder at the niffer;[ exchange] But cast a moment''s fair regard-- What makes the mighty differ?
18388	[ Each hopping] That, in the merry months o''spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o''thee?
18388	[ If''twere not] O why should fate sic pleasure have,[ such] Life''s dearest bands untwining?
18388	[ Then, transgressor] Could I for shame, could I for shame, Could I for shame refused her?
18388	[ ale for the midwife] Wha will tell me how to ca''t?
18388	[ ask] Wee Jenny to her grannie says,''Will ye go wi''me, grannie?
18388	[ baby- clothes] Wha will tent me when I cry?
18388	[ chat, alone] Wha will mak me fidgin''fain?
18388	[ country] Then he passes from literary considerations to his general philosophy of life: But why o''death begin a tale?
18388	[ fault] Wha will buy my groanin''maut?
18388	[ feel it sorely] WHA IS THAT AT MY BOWER DOOR?
18388	[ going] Will ye go back?''
18388	[ have] For drink I would venture my neck; A hizzie''s the half o''my craft;[ wench] But what could ye other expect, Of ane that''s avowedly daft?
18388	[ maidens] But wither''d beldams, auld and droll, Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal,[ Withered(?
18388	[ makest palatable] Thou art the life o''public haunts; But thee, what were our fairs and rants?
18388	[ mind] Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne?
18388	[ mistresses] Does the train- attended carriage Thro''the country lighter rove?
18388	[ must]''What mak ye, sae like a thief?''
18388	[ of it] Wha will own he did the faut?
18388	[ sowing] It seem''d to mak a kind o''stan'', But naething spak; At length says I,''Friend, wh''are ye gaun?
18388	[ stool of repentance] Wha will sit beside me there?
18388	[ twisted] Or Robertson again grown weel, To preach an''read?
18388	[ watch] Wilt thou be my dearie, O?
18388	_ Had I the Wyte?_, quoted 148.
18388	_ The Piper of Kilbarchan_, by Sir Robert Sempill of Beltrees( 1595?-1661?
18388	_ Wha is that at my Bower Door?_, quoted 156.
18388	fie,[ balloon bonnet] How daur ye do''t?
18388	hae ye been mawin,[ Good- evening, mowing] When ither folk are busy sawin?''
18388	he comes ben: He brags and he blaws o''his siller,[ money] But when will he dance like Tam Glen?
18388	i.e., who holds?
18388	is that the gate[ way] They waste sae mony a braw estate?
18388	what is treasure?
9863	I couldnot a"tale,"but a detail"unfold"; but what am I that should speak against the Lord''s anointed Bailie of Edinburgh?
9863	I have difficulties many to encounter,said I;"but they are not absolutely insuperable; and where is firmness of mind shown but in exertion?
9863	Shepherds, I have lost my love,is to me a heavenly air-- what would you think of a set of Scottish verses to it?
9863	Who shall decide when doctors disagree?
9863	''Tis true, I never saw you but once; but how much acquaintance did I form with you in that once?
9863	(?)
9863	1786.?]
9863	1786.?]
9863	A wife''s head is immaterial compared with her heart; and Virtue''s( for wisdom, what poet pretends to it?)
9863	And if the bias, the instinctive bias of their souls run the same way, why may they not be friends?
9863	And is not this a"consummation devoutly to be wished?"
9863	And now, to quit the dry walk of business, how do you do, my dear friend?
9863	And what are you doing?
9863	And why are so many of our fellow- creatures, unworthy to belong to the same species with you, blest with all they can wish?
9863	Apropos, how do you like, I mean_ really_ like, the married life?
9863	Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase,"Auld lang syne,"exceedingly expressive?
9863	Are not these noble verses?
9863	Are they anything?
9863	Are we a piece of machinery, that, like the Æolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident?
9863	Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the Æolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident?
9863	Are you deep in the language of consolation?
9863	Are you deeply engaged in the mazes of the Jaw, the mysteries of love, or the profound wisdom of_ politics_?
9863	Are you pretty well satisfied with your own exertions, and tolerably at ease in your internal reflections?
9863	Besides, I had in"my Jean"a long and much- loved fellow- creature''s happiness or misery among my hands, and who could trifle with such a deposit?
9863	But are great abilities, complete without a flaw, and polished without a blemish, the standard of human excellence?
9863	But can she boast more goodness of heart than Clarinda?
9863	But have I thrown you friendless?
9863	But what shall I write to you?--"The voice said, cry,"and I said,"What shall I cry?"
9863	But who are they?
9863	But why be hurt or offended on that account?
9863	By- the- bye, do you know Allan?
9863	Can I be indifferent to the fate of a man to whom I owe so much-- a man whom I not only esteem, but venerate?
9863	Can I forget you, Clarinda?
9863	Can I think of your being unhappy, even though it be not described in your pathetic elegance of language, without being miserable?
9863	Can I wish that I had never seen you, that we had never met?
9863	Can it be possible, that when I resign this frail, feverish being, I shall still find myself in conscious existence?
9863	Can no honest man have a prepossession for a fine woman, but he must run his head against an intrigue?
9863	Canst thou give to a frame, tremblingly alive to the tortures of suspense, the stability and hardihood of the rock that braves the blast?
9863	Canst thou minister to a mind diseased?
9863	Clarinda, can I bear to be told from you that you"will not see me to- morrow night"--that you"wish the hour of parting were come?"
9863	Clarinda, have you ever seen the picture realised?
9863	Clarinda, may I reckon on your friendship for life?
9863	Could you think that I_ intended_ to hurt you by any thing I said yesternight?
9863	DUMFRIES,_ 4th July 1796._ How are you, my dear friend, and how comes on your fifth volume?
9863	Dare I, Sir, already immensely indebted to your goodness, ask the additional obligation of your being that friend to me?
9863	Dear Madam,--Will you take the effusions, the miserable effusions of low spirits, just as they flow from their bitter spring?
9863	Did I ever repeat to you an epigram I made on a Mr. Elphinstone,[65] who has given a translation of Martial, a famous Latin poet?
9863	Do we not sometimes rather exchange faults, than get rid of them?
9863	Do you know an air-- I am sure you must know it,"We''ll gang nae mair to yon town?"
9863	Do you know the following beautiful little fragment in Witherspoon''s_ Collection of Scots Songs_?
9863	Do you know the history of the air?
9863	GENERAL CORRESPONDENCE To Ellison or Alison Begbie(?)
9863	Has a paltry subscription- bill any charms to the heart of a bard, compared with the patronage of the descendant of the immortal Wallace?
9863	Have I nothing of a presbyterian sourness, an hypocritical severity, when I survey my less regular neighbours?
9863	Have I, at bottom, any thing of a sacred pride in these endowments and emendations?
9863	Have you ever met a perfect character?
9863	Have you ever met with a saying of the great, and like wise good Mr. Locke, author of the famous_ Essay on the Human Understanding_?
9863	Have you lately seen any of my few friends?
9863	Have you then a heart and affections which are no man''s right?
9863	He must be a man of very great genius-- Why is he not more known?--Has he no patrons?
9863	Hear''st thou the groans that rend his breast?
9863	Heardst thou yon groan?
9863	Her happiness or misery were in my hands, and who could trifle with such a deposit?
9863	How are you, and what are you doing?
9863	How do you feel, my love?
9863	How goes Law?
9863	How like you my philosophy?
9863	How shall I comfort you, who am the cause of the injury?
9863	I am truly in serious distress for three or four guineas: can you, my dear sir, accommodate me?
9863	I do not doubt but you might make a very valuable collection of Jacobite songs-- but would it give no offence?
9863	I look on the vernal day, and say, with poor Fergusson-- Say, wherefore has an all indulgent Heaven Light to the comfortless and wretched given?
9863	I tremble for censorious remark, for your sake, but, in extraordinary cases, may not usual and useful precaution be a little dispensed with?
9863	If it is a mere phantom, existing only in the heated imagination of enthusiasm, What truth on earth so precious as the lie?
9863	If thou canst not do the least of these, why wouldst thou disturb me in my miseries, with thy inquiries after me?
9863	Is not the phrase, in line 7, page 6,"Great lake,"too much vulgarised by every- day language for so sublime a poem?
9863	Is not the"Task"a glorious poem?
9863	Is this a time for me to woo the muses?
9863	Is your heart ill at ease?
9863	Job, or some one of his friends, says well--"Why should a living man complain?"
9863	LETTERS I.--To ELLISON OR ALISON BEGBIE(?)
9863	Many thanks, my much esteemed friend, for your kind letters; but why will you make me run the risk of being contemptible and mercenary in my own eyes?
9863	May I see you on Wednesday evening, my dear angel?
9863	Men of their fashion were surely incapable of being unpolite?
9863	My Dear Ainslie,--Can you minister to a mind diseased?
9863	My will- o''-wisp fate you know: do you recollect a Sunday we spent together in Eglinton woods?
9863	Nay, of what importance is one period of the same life more than another?
9863	Now that I talk of authors, how do you like Cowper?
9863	Or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod?
9863	Or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod?"
9863	Or what need he regard his_ single_ woes?
9863	Or what need he regard his_ single_ woes?
9863	P.S.--Well, Mr. Burns, and_ did_ the lady give you the desired permission?
9863	Reverend Sir,--Why did you, my dear Sir, write to me in such a hesitating style on the business of poor Bruce?
9863	Seest thou thy lover lowly laid?
9863	Shall I meet with a friendship that defies years of absence, and the chances and changes of fortune?
9863	Shall I yet be warm in life, seeing and seen, enjoying and enjoyed?
9863	Should auld acquaintance be forgot?
9863	Such relations the first peer in the realm might own with pride; then why do you not keep up more correspondence with these so amiable young folks?
9863	Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing?
9863	Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing?
9863	Tell me, my friend, is this weak prejudice?
9863	Tell me, were you studious to please me last night?
9863	The valiant, in himself, what can he suffer?
9863	There is a charming passage in Thomson''s"Edward and Eleanora:"The valiant,_ in himself_ what can he suffer?
9863	These are no ideal pleasures, they are real delights; and I ask, what of the delights among the sons of men are superior, not to say equal to them?
9863	True, I was"behind the scenes with you;"but what did I see?
9863	Was it not blasphemy, then, against your own charms, and against my feelings, to suppose that a short fortnight could abate my passion?
9863	Was there ever such banns published, as a purpose of marriage between Adonis and Mary?
9863	Were not you to send me your_ Zeluco_ in return for mine?
9863	Were the royal contemporaries of the Stuarts more attentive to their subjects''rights?
9863	What are you doing, and how are you doing?
9863	What are you doing?
9863	What art thou, Love?
9863	What books are you reading, or what is the subject of your thoughts, besides the great studies of your profession?
9863	What has become of the borough reform, or how is the fate of my poor namesake Mademoiselle Burns decided?
9863	What hurry have you got on your head, my dear Cunningham, that I have not heard from you?
9863	What is Politics?
9863	What is a minister?
9863	What is a patriot?
9863	What is become of the list, etc., of your songs?
9863	What is man?
9863	What think you, Madam, of my creed?
9863	What way, in the name of thrift, shall I maintain myself, and keep a horse in country quarters, with a wife and five children at home, on 35 pounds?
9863	What would you think of this for a fourth stanza?
9863	What, my dear Cunningham, is there in riches, that they narrow and harden the heart so?
9863	Where are the letters which brought to the ploughman at Lochlie such a constant and copious stream of replies?
9863	Where are you?
9863	Where are"Tullochgorum,""Lumps o''Puddin'',""Tibbie Fowler,"and several others, which, in my humble judgment, are well worthy of preservation?
9863	Where is Lady M''Kenzie?
9863	Where is thy place of heavenly rest?
9863	Where, for example, is the literary correspondence in which he engaged so enthusiastically with his Kirkoswald schoolfellows?
9863	Who shall rise up and say-- Go to, I will make a better?
9863	Why are you unhappy?
9863	Why are your sex called the tender sex, when I have never met with one who can repay me in passion?
9863	Why did n''t you look higher?
9863	Why have I not heard from you, Clarinda?
9863	Why is the most generous wish to make others blest impotent and ineffectual as the idle breeze that crosses the pathless desert?
9863	Why is the most generous wish to make others blest, impotent and ineffectual?...
9863	Why sinks my soul beneath each wintry sky?
9863	Why, dear Madam, must I wake from this delightful reverie, and find it all a dream?
9863	Will you allow me to request that this mark of distinction may extend so far, as to put me on a footing of a real freeman of the town, in the schools?
9863	Will you allow me, Sir, to present you them, as the dearest offering that a misbegotten son of poverty and rhyme has to give?
9863	Will you be so good as to accommodate me, and that by return of post, with ten pounds?
9863	With"Mary, when shall we return, Sic pleasure to renew?"
9863	Would I do it willingly?
9863	Would any consideration, any gratification make me do so?
9863	Would you believe it?
9863	Would you believe it?
9863	You are the earliest friend I now have on earth, my brothers excepted; and is not that an endearing circumstance?
9863	You have a hand all benevolent to give- why were you denied the pleasure?
9863	You have a heart formed-- gloriously formed-- for all the most refined luxuries of love:-why was that heart ever wrung?
9863	[ 119] Do n''t I know, and have I not felt, the many ills, the peculiar ills, that poetic flesh is heir to?
9863	[ 150] Fairest maid on Devon banks, Crystal Devon, winding Devon, Wilt thou lay that frown aside, And smile as thou wert wo nt to do?
9863	[ Footnote 97: Creech?
9863	_ December 1789._ My Dear Cunningham,--Where are you?
9863	_( d)_"Can it be possible that when I resign this frail, feverish being I shall still find myself in conscious existence?...
9863	and do their hearts glow with sentiment, ardent, generous, or humane?
9863	and how are you?
9863	and how is Mrs. Hill?
9863	and is Lady Mackenzie recovering her health?
9863	must I remember?
9863	or Ramsay of_ The Courant?_]***** CXXV.--TO MRS. M''MURDO, DRUMLANRIG.
9863	or do"Poverty''s cold wind and crushing rain beat keen and heavy"on him?
9863	whence are those charms, That thus thou bear''st an universal rule?
9863	where I am?
9863	where shall I find force or execration equal to the amplitude of thy demerits?
9863	who would wish for many years?
9863	why this disparity between our wishes and our powers?
9863	why this disparity between our wishes and our powers?
9863	why was I born to see misery which I can not relieve, and to meet with friends whom I can not enjoy?
9863	why will you wound my soul, by hinting that last night must have lessened my opinion of you?
18500	Deil tak the warsis a charming song; so is,"Saw ye my Peggy?"
18500	Guid- een,quo''I;"Friend, hae ye been mawin, When ither folk are busy sawin?"
18500	I couldnot a"tale"but a detail"unfold,"but what am I that should speak against the Lord''s anointed Bailie of Edinburgh?
18500	I have written it within this hour: so much for the speed of my Pegasus: but what say you to his bottom?]
18500	If I''m design''d yon lordling''s slave-- By Nature''s law design''d-- Why was an independent wish E''er planted in my mind? 18500 Is Whistle, and I''ll come to you, my lad,"Burns inquires of Thomson,"one of your airs?
18500	O cam ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi''me, man? 18500 O how deil, Tam, can that be true?
18500	One of two must still obey, Nancy, Nancy; Is it man or woman, say, My spouse, Nancy?
18500	Saw ye my Maggie, Saw ye my Maggie, Saw ye my Maggie Linkin o''er the lea? 18500 Saw ye my father?"
18500	Should the poor be flattered?
18500	Tell us, ye dead, Will none of you in pity disclose the secret, What''tis you are, and we must shortly be?
18500	The valiant, in himself, what can he suffer? 18500 The valiant, in himself, what can he suffer?
18500	Young stranger, whither wand''rest thou?
18500	[ 182] How like you my philosophy? 18500 [ 194] Can it be possible, that when I resign this frail, feverish being, I shall still find myself in conscious existence?
18500	( And aye a rowth, roast beef and claret; Syne, wha wad starve?)
18500	( It soothes poor misery, hearkening to her tale,) And hear him curse the light he first survey''d, And doubly curse the luckless rhyming trade?
18500	***** C. HOW CAN I BE BLYTHE AND GLAD?
18500	***** SAW YE JOHNNIE CUMMIN?
18500	***** YE GODS, WAS STREPHON''S PICTURE BLEST?
18500	1794._ Do you know a blackguard Irish song called"Onagh''s Waterfall?"
18500	A fig,& c. Does the train- attended carriage Through the country lighter rove?
18500	A wife''s head is immaterial, compared with her heart; and--"Virtue''s( for wisdom what poet pretends to it?)
18500	Ae day as the carle gaed up the lang glen,( Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi''thyme), He met wi''the devil; says,"How do yow fen?"
18500	All she could tell concerning it was, that she was taught it when a child, and it was called"What will I do gin my Hoggie die?"
18500	Amid their flaring, idle toys, Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys, Can they the peace and pleasure feel Of Bessy at her spinning- wheel?
18500	An''ken ye what Meg o''the Mill has gotten?
18500	An''tell them with a patriot heat, Ye winna bear it?
18500	An''where is our king''s lord lieutenant, Sae fam''d for his gratefu''return?
18500	And are they of no more avail, Ten thousand glitt''ring pounds a- year?
18500	And are ye hale, and weel, and cantie?
18500	And art thou come?
18500	And art thou gone, and gone for ever?
18500	And does she heedless hear my groan?
18500	And eaten like a wether- haggis?"]
18500	And hast thou crost that unknown river Life''s dreary bound?
18500	And if the bias, the instinctive bias, of their souls run the same way, why may they not be FRIENDS?
18500	And is not this a"consummation devoutly to be wished?"
18500	And is she ever, ever lost?
18500	And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that''s in her e''e?
18500	And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that''s in her e''e?
18500	And muckle wame, In some bit brugh to represent A bailie''s name?
18500	And must I think it!--is she gone, My secret heart''s exulting boast?
18500	And now to quit the dry walk of business, how do you do, my dear friend?
18500	And wadna manhood been to blame, Had I unkindly used her?
18500	And what are you doing?
18500	And what is this day''s strong suggestion?
18500	And whose that eye of fire?
18500	And whose that generous princely mien, E''en rooted foes admire?
18500	Apropos, do you know the much admired old Highland air called"The Sutor''s Dochter?"
18500	Apropos, how do you like this thought in a ballad, I have just now on the tapis?
18500	Apropos, how do you like, I mean_ really_ like, the married life?
18500	Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase,"Auld lang syne,"exceedingly expressive?
18500	Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil''d?
18500	Are not these noble verses?
18500	Are they condemned?
18500	Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the à � olian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident?
18500	Are you deep in the language of consolation?
18500	Are you pretty well satisfied with your own exertions, and tolerably at ease in your internal reflections?
18500	As thou at all mankind the flag unfurls, Who on my fair one satire''s vengeance hurls?
18500	As thy day grows warm and high, Life''s meridian flaming nigh, Dost thou spurn the humble vale?
18500	Ask why God made the gem so small, And why so huge the granite?
18500	Auld comrade dear, and brither sinner, How''s a''the folk about Glenconner?
18500	Aye, and Bournonville, too?
18500	Barr Steenie, Barr Steenie, What mean ye?
18500	Barr Steenie,[89] Barr Steenie, What mean ye, what mean ye?
18500	Began the rev''rend sage;"Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure''s rage?
18500	Besides, I had in"my Jean"a long and much- loved fellow- creature''s happiness or misery among my hands, and who could trifle with such a deposit?
18500	Bonnie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go; Bonnie lassie, will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldy?
18500	Bonnie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go; Bonnie lassie, will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldy?
18500	But are great abilities, complete without a flaw, and polished without a blemish, the standard of human excellence?
18500	But did na Jeanie''s heart loup light, And did na joy blink in her e''e, As Robie tauld a tale of love, Ae e''enin''on the lily lea?
18500	But of how different an importance are the lives of different individuals?
18500	But shall thy legal rage pursue The wretch, already crushed low By cruel fortune''s undeserved blow?
18500	But thee, Theocritus, wha matches?
18500	But wha is he, his country''s boast?
18500	But what shall I write to you?--"The voice said cry,"and I said,"what shall I cry?"
18500	But what wad ye think?
18500	But why o''death begin a tale?
18500	But why of that epocha make such a fuss, That gave us th''Electoral stem?
18500	But will ye tell me, Master CÃ ¦ sar, Sure great folk''s life''s a life o''pleasure?
18500	Buy braw troggin,& c. Saw ye e''er sic troggin?
18500	Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O?
18500	Can I be indifferent to the fate of a man to whom I owe so much?
18500	Can I cease to care?
18500	Can I cease to languish?
18500	Can you supply me with the song,"Let us all be unhappy together?"
18500	Canst thou break his faithfu''heart?
18500	Canst thou give to a frame tremblingly alive as the tortures of suspense, the stability and hardihood of the rock that braves the blast?
18500	Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?
18500	Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?
18500	Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?
18500	Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?
18500	Cease, ye prudes, your envious railings, Lovely Burns has charms-- confess: True it is, she had one failing-- Had a woman ever less?
18500	Come, will ye court a noble lord, Or buy a score o''lairds, man?
18500	Could I for shame, could I for shame, Could I for shame refused her?
18500	Cruel charmer, can you go?
18500	Dare I, Sir, already immensely indebted to your goodness, ask the additional obligation of your being that friend to me?
18500	Did many talents gild thy span?
18500	Did the fellow imagine that I looked for any dirty gratuity?"
18500	Did thy fortune ebb or flow?
18500	Did you ever, my dear Syme, meet with a man who owed more to the Divine Giver of all good things than Mr. O.?
18500	Did you not once propose"The sow''s tail to Geordie"as an air for your work?
18500	Do n''t I know, and have I not felt, the many ills, the peculiar ills that poetic flesh is heir to?
18500	Do you know a fine air called"Jackie Hume''s Lament?"
18500	Do you know an air-- I am sure you must know it--"We''ll gang nae mair to yon town?"
18500	Do you know the history of the air?
18500	Do you think that we ought to retain the old chorus?
18500	Does nonsense mend like whiskey, when imported?
18500	Does not the lameness of the prefixed syllable strike you?
18500	Does ony great man glunch an''gloom?
18500	Does the sober bed of marriage Witness brighter scenes of love?
18500	Every country girl sings"Saw ye my father?"
18500	FORLORN my love, no comfort near,& c.[284] How do you like the foregoing?
18500	Fairest maid on Devon banks, Crystal Devon, winding Devon, Wilt thou lay that frown aside, And smile as thou were wo nt to do?
18500	Far less to riches, pow''r, or freedom, But what your lordship likes to gie them?
18500	Fintray, my stay in worldly strife, Friend o''my muse, friend o''my life, Are ye as idle''s I am?
18500	First, what did yesternight deliver?
18500	For a''that, and a''that; Thro Galloway and a''that; Where is the laird or belted knight That best deserves to fa''that?
18500	For drink I would venture my neck, A hizzie''s the half o''my craft, But what could ye other expect, Of ane that''s avowedly daft?
18500	For why?
18500	For worth and honour pawn their word, Their vote shall be Glencaird''s, man?
18500	For"Muirland Willie,"you have, in Ramsay''s Tea- Table, an excellent song beginning,"Ah, why those tears in Nelly''s eyes?"
18500	Gif I rise and let you in?
18500	Gin a body meet a body Coming through the glen, Gin a body kiss a body-- Need the world ken?
18500	Gin a body meet a body-- Coming through the rye, Gin a body kiss a body-- Need a body cry?
18500	Good L-- d, what is man?
18500	Has a paltry subscription- bill any charms to the heart of a bard, compared with the patronage of the descendant of the immortal Wallace?
18500	Has auld Kilmarnock seen the deil?
18500	Have you lately seen any of my few friends?
18500	Have you never a fair goddess that leads you a wild- goose chase of amorous devotion?
18500	He claw''d her wi''the ripplin- kame, And blue and bluidy bruised her; When sic a husband was frae hame, What wife but had excused her?
18500	He demanded trial by his peers, and where were such to be found?]
18500	He must be a man of very great genius-- Why is he not more known?--Has he no patrons?
18500	Hear''st thou the groans that rend his breast?
18500	Hear''st thou the groans that rend his breast?
18500	Hear''st thou the groans that rend his breast?"
18500	Her happiness or misery were in my hands, and who could trifle with such a deposit?
18500	Her head upon my throbbing breast, She, sinking, said,"I''m thine for ever?"
18500	Here is the glen, and here the bower, All underneath the birchen shade; The village- bell has told the hour-- O what can stay my lovely maid?
18500	Here lies Johnny Pidgeon; What was his religion?
18500	Here they are:-- Where are the joys I have met in the morning?
18500	Hey tutti, taiti, How tutti, taiti-- Wha''s fou now?
18500	His first words were,''Well, Madam, have you any commands for the other world?''
18500	How I so found it full of pleasing charms?
18500	How are you, and what are you doing?
18500	How can I the thought forego, He''s on the seas to meet the foe?
18500	How can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad?
18500	How can ye charm, ye flow''rs, with all your dyes?
18500	How can your flinty hearts enjoy The widow''s tears, the orphan''s cry?
18500	How daur ye do''t?
18500	How do you like the following epigram which I wrote the other day on a lovely young girl''s recovery from a fever?
18500	How do you this blae eastlin wind, That''s like to blaw a body blind?
18500	How goes Law?
18500	How guess''d ye, Sir, what maist I wanted?
18500	How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and widow''d raggedness defend you From seasons such as these?"
18500	How will the following do for"Craigieburn- wood?"
18500	How''s a''wi''you, Kimmer, And how do ye fare?
18500	How''s a''wi''you, Kimmer, And how do ye thrive; How many bairns hae ye?
18500	I am nae poet in a sense, But just a rhymer, like, by chance, An''hae to learning nae pretence, Yet what the matter?
18500	I could no more-- askance the creature eyeing, D''ye think, said I, this face was made for crying?
18500	I do not doubt but you might make a very valuable collection of Jacobite songs; but would it give no offence?
18500	I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve; What then?
18500	I grant you enter the lists of life, to struggle for bread, business, notice, and distinction, in common with hundreds.--But who are they?
18500	I have finished my song to"Saw ye my father?"
18500	I have written it within this hour: so much for the speed of my Pegasus; but what say you to his bottom?
18500	I look on the vernal day, and say with poor Fergusson,"Say, wherefore has an all- indulgent heaven Light to the comfortless and wretched given?"
18500	I may perhaps see you on Saturday, but I will not be at the ball.--Why should I?
18500	I received your last, and was much entertained with it; but I will not at this time, nor at any other time, answer it.--Answer a letter?
18500	I see every day new musical publications advertised; but what are they?
18500	I see the flowers and spreading trees I hear the wild birds singing; But what a weary wight can please, And care his bosom wringing?
18500	I wad do-- what wad I not?
18500	I will make a better?"
18500	I''m thinking wi''sic a braw fellow, In poortith I might make a fen''; What care I in riches to wallow, If I maunna marry Tam Glen?
18500	I''ve scarce heard aught describ''d sae weel, What gen''rous manly bosoms feel, Thought I,"Can this be Pope or Steele, Or Beattie''s wark?"
18500	I. Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?
18500	I. Fairest maid on Devon banks, Crystal Devon, winding Devon, Wilt thou lay that frown aside, And smile as thou were wo nt to do?
18500	I. Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gat ye me wi''naething?
18500	I. Gudeen to you, Kimmer, And how do ye do?
18500	I. Lassie wi''the lint- white locks, Bonnie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi''me tent the flocks?
18500	I. Louis, what reck I by thee, Or Geordie on his ocean?
18500	I. O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet, Or art thou waking, I would wit?
18500	I. O how can I be blythe and glad, Or how can I gang brisk and braw, When the bonnie lad that I lo''e best Is o''er the hills and far awa?
18500	I. O how shall I, unskilfu'', try The poet''s occupation, The tunefu''powers, in happy hours, That whispers inspiration?
18500	I. O ken ye what Meg o''the Mill has gotten?
18500	I. O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she ga''ed o''er the border?
18500	I. O saw ye my dear, my Phely?
18500	I. O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M''Nab?
18500	I. O wha is she that lo''es me, And has my heart a- keeping?
18500	I. O wha my babie- clouts will buy?
18500	I. O wha will to Saint Stephen''s house, To do our errands there, man?
18500	I. O, Wilt thou go wi''me, Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
18500	I. O, whar did ye get that hauver meal bannock?
18500	I. Wha is that at my bower door?
18500	I. Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?
18500	I. Wilt thou be my dearie?
18500	If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn?
18500	If thou canst not do the least of these, why wouldst thou disturb me in my miseries, with thy inquiries after me?
18500	If thou should ask my love, Could I deny thee?
18500	If thou should kiss me, love, Wha could espy thee?
18500	Igo and ago, And eaten like a wether- haggis?
18500	Igo and ago, If he''s amang his friends or foes?
18500	Igo and ago, Or drowned in the river Forth?
18500	Igo and ago, Or haudin''Sarah by the wame?
18500	Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing, That, in the merry months o''spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o''thee?
18500	In my bower if you should stay?
18500	In other worlds can Mammon fail, Omnipotent as he is here?
18500	In this thy plighted, fond regard, Thus cruelly to part, my Katy?
18500	Instead of a song, boys, I''ll give you a toast-- Here''s the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost!-- That we lost, did I say?
18500	Is fortune''s fickle Luna waning?
18500	Is he slain by Highlan''bodies?
18500	Is he south or is he north?
18500	Is he to Abram''s bosom gane?
18500	Is it that summer''s forsaken our valleys, And grim, surly winter is near?
18500	Is not the phrase in line 7, page 6,"Great lake,"too much vulgarized by every- day language for so sublime a poem?
18500	Is not the"Task"a glorious poem?
18500	Is th''wish o''mony mae than me; He had twa fauts, or may be three, Yet what remead?
18500	Is there nae poet, burning keen for fame, Will try to gie us songs and plays at hame?
18500	Is there no daring bard will rise, and tell How glorious Wallace stood, how hapless fell?
18500	Is there no pity, no relenting ruth, Points to the parents fondling o''er their child?
18500	Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a''that?
18500	Is this the power in freedom''s war, That wo nt to bid the battle rage?
18500	Is"Whistle, and I''ll come to you, my lad,"one of your airs?
18500	It seem''d to mak a kind o''stan'', But naething spak; At length, says I,"Friend, where ye gaun, Will ye go back?"
18500	Job, or some one of his friends, says well--"why should a living man complain?"
18500	Ken ye ought o''Captain Grose?
18500	Life''s proud summits would''st thou scale?
18500	Like thee, where shall I find another, The world around?
18500	Lord Gregory, mind''st thou not the grove By bonnie Irwin- side, Where first I own''d that virgin- love I lang, lang had denied?
18500	Mr. B. knows well how Mr. C. is engaged with another family; but can not Mr. C. find two or three weeks to spare to each of them?
18500	Must earth no rascal save thyself endure?
18500	Must thou alone in guilt immortal swell, And make a vast monopoly of hell?
18500	Must wayward Fortune''s adverse hand For ever, ever keep me here?
18500	My grannie she bought me a beuk, And I held awa to the school; I fear I my talent misteuk, But what will ye hae of a fool?
18500	My minnie does constantly deave me, And bids me beware o''young men; They flatter, she says, to deceive me, But wha can think so o''Tam Glen?
18500	Nay, more-- there is danger in touching; But wha can avoid the fell snare?
18500	Nay, of what importance is one period of the same life, more than another?
18500	No song nor dance I bring from yon great city That queens it o''er our taste-- the more''s the pity: Tho'', by- the- by, abroad why will you roam?
18500	No song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o''er our taste-- the more''s the pity: Tho'', by the bye, abroad why will you roam?
18500	Not but I hae a richer share Than mony ithers: But why should ae man better fare, And a''men brithers?
18500	Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And a''is young and sweet like thee; O wilt thou share its joy wi''me, And say thoul''t be my dearie, O?
18500	Now that I talk of authors, how do you like Cowper?
18500	Now what could artless Jeanie do?
18500	O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?
18500	O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear?
18500	O saw ye my dear, my Phely?
18500	O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M''Nab?
18500	O silly blind body, O dinna ye see?
18500	O thou, whom poesy abhors, Whom prose has turned out of doors, Heard''st thou that groan?
18500	O wha can prudence think upon, And sae in love as I am?
18500	O wha can prudence think upon, And sic a lassie by him?
18500	O wha will buy the groanin''maut?
18500	O wha will own he did the fau''t?
18500	O wha will tell me how to ca''t?
18500	O wha will tent me when I cry?
18500	O wha will to Saint Stephen''s house, O''th''merry lads of Ayr, man?
18500	O where are ye goin, my ain pretty May, Wi''thy red rosy cheeks, and thy coal black hair?
18500	O why should Fate sic pleasure have, Life''s dearest bands untwining?
18500	O why should fate sic pleasure have, Life''s dearest bands untwining?
18500	O why, while fancy raptured, slumbers, Chloris, Chloris all the theme, Why, why wouldst thou, cruel, Wake thy lover from his dream?
18500	O, wat ye wha''s in yon town, Ye see the e''enin sun upon?
18500	O, wat ye wha''s in yon town, Ye see the e''enin sun upon?
18500	O, wha is it but Findlay?
18500	O, whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?
18500	O, wilt thou go wi''me, Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
18500	Oft have ye heard my canty strains: But now, what else for me remains But tales of woe?
18500	Oh, what is death but parting breath?
18500	Old Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferr''d,-- What have I done of all the year, To bear this hated doom severe?
18500	One of these old songs to it, only exists, as far as I know, in these four lines--"Where hae ye been a''day, Bonie laddie, Highland laddie?
18500	Or Death''s unlovely, dreary, dark abode?
18500	Or Robinson[51] again grown weel, To preach an''read?
18500	Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee?
18500	Or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod?
18500	Or frugal nature grudge thee one?
18500	Or great M''Kinlay[50] thrawn his heel?
18500	Or him wha led o''er Scotland a''The meikle Ursa- Major?
18500	Or is your work to be at a dead stop, until the allies set our modern Orpheus at liberty from the savage thraldom of democrat discords?
18500	Or labour hard the panegyric close, With all the venal soul of dedicating prose?
18500	Or must no tiny sin to others fall, Because thy guilt''s supreme enough for all?
18500	Or shall I quote you an author of your acquaintance?"
18500	Or were ye at the Sherra- muir, And did the battle see, man?"
18500	Or wha in a''the country round The best deserves to fa''that?
18500	Or what does he regard his single woes?
18500	Or what need he regard his_ single_ woes?"
18500	Or what need he regard his_ single_ woes?"
18500	Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn?
18500	Or why regard the passing year?
18500	Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune''s shining?
18500	Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on fortune''s shining?
18500	Or will we send a man- o''-law?
18500	Or will we send a sodger?
18500	Or wilt thou leave thy mammie''s cot, And learn to tent the farms wi''me?
18500	Our force united on thy foes we''ll turn, And dare the war with all of woman born: For who can write and speak as thou and I?
18500	Out over the Forth I look to the north, But what is the north and its Highlands to me?
18500	Plunderer of armies, lift thine eyes,( Awhile forbear, ye tort''ring fiends;) Seest thou whose step, unwilling hither bends?
18500	Poet Burns, Poet Burns, Wi''your priest- skelping turns, Why desert ye your auld native shire?
18500	Poet Burns, Poet Burns, Wi''your priest- skelping turns, Why desert ye your auld native shire?
18500	Princes, whose cumb''rous pride was all their worth, Shall venal lays their pompous exit hail?
18500	Rest on-- for what?
18500	Say, man''s true genuine estimate, The grand criterion of his fate, Is not-- Art thou high or low?
18500	Say, sages, what''s the charm on earth Can turn Death''s dart aside?
18500	Say, was thy little mate unkind, And heard thee as the careless wind?
18500	Seest thou thy lover lowly laid?
18500	Seest thou thy lover lowly laid?
18500	Seest thou thy lover lowly laid?
18500	Sever''d from thee can I survive?
18500	Shall I be plain with you?
18500	Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die?
18500	She gaz''d-- she redden''d like a rose-- Syne pale like onie lily; She sank within my arms, and cried, Art thou my ain dear Willie?
18500	She, the fair sun of all her sex, Has blest my glorious day; And shall a glimmering planet fix My worship to its ray?
18500	Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o''lang syne?
18500	Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min''?
18500	Since you are so fond of Irish music, what say you to twenty- five of them in an additional number?
18500	Singet Sawney,[83] Singet Sawney, Are ye herding the penny, Unconscious what evil await?
18500	Singet Sawnie, Singet Sawnie, Are ye herding the penny, Unconscious what danger awaits?
18500	Sleep''st thou, or wak''st thou, fairest creature?
18500	So may thro''Albion''s farthest ken, To social- flowing glasses, The grace be--"Athole''s honest men, And Athole''s bonnie lasses?"
18500	Some counsel unto me come len'', To anger them a''is a pity, But what will I do wi''Tam Glen?
18500	Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between: Some gleams of sunshine''mid renewing storms: Is it departing pangs my soul alarms?
18500	Some sort all our qualities each to its tribe, And think human nature they truly describe; Have you found this, or t''other?
18500	Stay, my charmer, can you leave me?
18500	Still, because I am cheaply pleased, is that any reason why I should deny myself that pleasure?
18500	Such relations the first peer in the realm might own with pride; then why do you not keep up more correspondence with these so amiable young folks?
18500	Tell me, fellow- creatures, why At my presence thus you fly?
18500	Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing?
18500	Tell me, my friend, is this weak prejudice?
18500	That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny''s unsuspecting youth?
18500	That shone that hour so clearly?
18500	The deed that I dared, could it merit their malice, A king and a father to place on his throne?
18500	The friend whom wild from wisdom''s way, The fumes of wine infuriate send;( Not moony madness more astray;) Who but deplores that hapless friend?
18500	The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end; But who can with fate and quart- bumpers contend?
18500	The lily''s hue, the rose''s dye, The kindling lustre of an eye; Who but owns their magic sway?
18500	The offence is loving thee: Canst thou wreck his peace for ever, Wha for time wad gladly die?
18500	The princely revel may survey Our rustic dance wi''scorn; But are their hearts as light as ours, Beneath the milk- white thorn?
18500	The question is not at what door of fortune''s palace shall we enter in; but what doors does she open to us?
18500	The sport, the miserable victim of rebellious pride, hypochondriac imagination, agonizing sensibility, and bedlam passions?
18500	The tune seems to be the same with a slow air, called"Jackey Hume''s Lament"--or,"The Hollin Buss"--or"Ken ye what Meg o''the Mill has gotten?"
18500	Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?
18500	Then catch the moments as they fly, And use them as ye ought, man?
18500	Then hey the chaste interest o''Broughton, An''hey for the blessings''twill bring?
18500	Then is it wise to damp our bliss?
18500	Then paints the ruin''d maid, and their distraction wild?
18500	Then, who her pangs and pains will soothe, Her sorrows share, and make them less?
18500	There is a charming passage in Thomson''s"Edward and Eleonora:""The valiant_ in himself_, what can he suffer?
18500	These are no ideal pleasures, they are real delights; and I ask what of the delights among the sons of men are superior, not to say equal to them?
18500	They who but feign a wounded heart May teach the lyre to languish; But what avails the pride of art, When wastes the soul with anguish?
18500	This is no my ain lassie,[282]& c. Do you know that you have roused the torpidity of Clarke at last?
18500	Thou art the life o''public haunts; But thee, what were our fairs an''rants?
18500	Thou golden time o''youthfu''prime, Why comes thou not again?
18500	Thou know''st, the virtues can not hate thee worse, The vices also, must they club their curse?
18500	Thus my song,"Ken ye what Meg o''the mill has gotten?"
18500	Thy form and mind, sweet maid, can I forget?
18500	To Riddel, much- lamented man, This ivied cot was dear; Reader, dost value matchless worth?
18500	Tune--"_Let me in this ae night._"["How do you like the foregoing?"
18500	Tune--"_Saw ye my father?_"[ In September, 1793, this song, as well as several others, was communicated to Thomson by Burns.
18500	V. My daddie says, gin I''ll forsake him, He''ll gie me guid hunder marks ten: But, if it''s ordain''d I maun take him, O wha will I get but Tam Glen?
18500	V. The shepherd, in the flow''ry glen, In shepherd''s phrase will woo: The courtier tells a finer tale-- But is his heart as true?
18500	V. To beauty what man but maun yield him a prize, In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs?
18500	View the wither''d beldam''s face-- Can thy keen inspection trace Aught of Humanity''s sweet melting grace?
18500	Was it for this, wi''canny care, Thou bure the bard through many a shire?
18500	Was na Robin bauld, Tho''I was a cotter, Play''d me sic a trick, And me the eller''s dochter?
18500	Wast thou cottager or king?
18500	We''re a''noddin,& c. V. Are they a''Johnie''s?
18500	Wee Jenny to her graunie says,"Will ye go wi''me, graunie?
18500	Well thou know''st my aching heart-- And canst thou leave me thus for pity?
18500	Well thou know''st my aching heart-- And canst thou leave me thus for pity?
18500	Well you know how much you grieve me; Cruel charmer, can you go?
18500	Were not you to send me your"Zeluco,"in return for mine?
18500	Were the royal contemporaries of the Stewarts more attentive to their subjects''rights?
18500	Wha but the lads wi''The bannocks o''barley?
18500	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
18500	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
18500	Wha ever wi''Kerroughtree meets And has a doubt of a''that?
18500	Wha in a brulzie Will first cry a parley?
18500	Wha in his wae- days Were loyal to Charlie?
18500	Wha kens before his life may end, What his share may be o''care, man?
18500	Wha sae base as be a slave?
18500	Wha sees Kerroughtree''s open yett, And wha is''t never saw that?
18500	Wha wadna be happy Wi''Eppie Adair?
18500	Wha wadna be happy Wi''Eppie Adair?
18500	Wha will be a traitor- knave?
18500	Wha will be a traitor- knave?
18500	Wha will crack to me my lane?
18500	Wha will make me fidgin''fain?
18500	Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O?
18500	Whare wilt thou cower thy chittering wing, An''close thy e''e?
18500	What ails ye now, ye lousie b----h, To thresh my back at sic a pitch?
18500	What are the noisy pleasures?
18500	What are the showy treasures?
18500	What are they, pray, but spiritual Excisemen?
18500	What are you doing, and how are you doing?
18500	What books are you reading, or what is the subject of your thoughts, besides the great studies of your profession?
18500	What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi''an auld man?
18500	What do you say to a Scripture name?
18500	What is become of the BOROUGH REFORM, or how is the fate of my poor namesake, Mademoiselle Burns, decided?
18500	What is become of the list,& c., of your songs?
18500	What is life when wanting love?
18500	What is reputation''s care?
18500	What is right and what is wrang, by the law?
18500	What is right and what is wrang?
18500	What is right, and what is wrang, by the law, by the law?
18500	What is title?
18500	What is your opinion of"I hae laid a herrin''in saut?"
18500	What mak ye sae like a thief?
18500	What makes heroic strife, fam''d afar, fam''d afar?
18500	What makes heroic strife, fam''d afar?
18500	What makes heroic strife?
18500	What mark has your Maggie, What mark has your Maggie, What mark has your Maggie, That ane may ken her be?"
18500	What needs this din about the town o''Lon''on, How this new play an''that new sang is comin''?
18500	What of earls with whom you have supt, And of dukes that you dined with yestreen?
18500	What says she, my dearest, my Phely?
18500	What says she, my dearest, my Phely?
18500	What says she, my dearie, my Eppie M''Nab?
18500	What says she, my dearie, my Eppie M''Nab?
18500	What signifies his barren shine, Of moral pow''rs and reason?
18500	What think you, madam, of my creed?
18500	What tho'', like commoners of air, We wander out we know not where, But either house or hall?
18500	What tho''at times when I grow crouse, I gie their wames a random pouse, Is that enough for you to souse Your servant sae?
18500	What wad you wish for mair, man?
18500	What will I do gin my Hoggie die?
18500	What''s a''joys that gowd can gie?
18500	What''s a''your jargon o''your schools, Your Latin names for horns an''stools; If honest nature made you fools, What sairs your grammars?
18500	What, after all, was the obnoxious toast?
18500	Whaur''ll ye e''er see men sae happy, Or women, sonsie, saft an''sappy,''Tween morn an''morn As them wha like to taste the drappie In glass or horn?
18500	When I came to hell- door, where mony of your lordship''s friends gang, I chappit, and''Wha are ye, and where d''ye come frae?''
18500	When I mount the creepie chair, Wha will sit beside me there?
18500	When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi''thee my dearie; And now what seas between us roar-- How can I be but eerie?
18500	When shall my soul, in silent peace, Resign life''s joyless day; My weary heart its throbbings cease, Cold mould''ring in the clay?
18500	When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, Wilt thou let me cheer thee?
18500	When you go to London on this business, can you come by Dumfries?
18500	Where are the joys I have met in the morning, That danc''d to the lark''s early song?
18500	Where are"Tullochgorum,""Lumps o''puddin,""Tibbie Fowler,"and several others, which, in my humble judgment, are well worthy of preservation?
18500	Where is Lady M''Kenzie?
18500	Where is the peace that awaited my wand''ring, At evening the wild woods among?
18500	Where is thy place of blissful rest?
18500	Where is thy place of blissful rest?
18500	Where is thy place of heavenly rest?
18500	Where live ye, my bonnie lass?
18500	Where, where is love''s fond, tender throe, With lordly honour''s lofty brow, The powers you proudly own?
18500	While my darling fair Is on the couch of anguish?
18500	While nobles strive to please ye, Will ye accept a compliment A simple poet gi''es ye?
18500	While thro''thy sweets she loves to stray, O tell me, does she muse on me?
18500	Who but himself-- himself anticipating the but too probable termination of his own course?
18500	Who call''d her verse, a parish workhouse made For motley foundling fancies, stolen or stray''d?)
18500	Who calls thee, pert, affected, vain coquette, A wit in folly, and a fool in wit?
18500	Who in widow- weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?
18500	Who make poor_ will do_ wait upon_ I should_-- We own they''re prudent, but who feels they''re good?
18500	Who make poor_ will do_ wait upon_ I should_; We own they''re prudent, but who owns they''re good?
18500	Who says, that fool alone is not thy due, And quotes thy treacheries to prove it true?
18500	Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him?
18500	Who sin so oft have mourn''d, yet to temptation ran?
18500	Whom will you send to London town, To Parliament and a''that?
18500	Whose is that noble dauntless brow?
18500	Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene?
18500	Why did I live to see that day?
18500	Why did they not come along with you, Dumourier?
18500	Why is outlandish stuff sae meikle courted?
18500	Why is the bard unpitied by the world, Yet has so keen a relish of its pleasures?
18500	Why shrinks my soul half blushing, half afraid, Backward, abash''d to ask thy friendly aid?
18500	Why sinks my soul, beneath each wintry sky?"
18500	Why urge the odious one request, You know I must deny?
18500	Why, Lonsdale, thus thy wrath on vagrants pour?
18500	Why, dear Madam, must I wake from this delightful revery, and find it all a dream?
18500	Why, why tell thy lover, Bliss he never must enjoy: Why, why undeceive him, And give all his hopes the lie?
18500	Why, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat''ry haunt forsake?
18500	Wi''sma''to sell, and less to buy, Aboon distress, below envy, O wha wad leave this humble state, For a''the pride of a''the great?
18500	Will the foregoing lines be of any service to you in your approaching benefit- night?
18500	Will time, amus''d with proverb''d lore, Add to our date one minute more?
18500	Will ye gang down the water- side, And see the waves sae sweetly glide, Beneath the hazels spreading wide?
18500	Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, Across th''Atlantic''s roar?
18500	Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, And leave old Scotia''s shore?
18500	Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary?
18500	Will you allow me, Sir, to present you them, as the dearest offering that a misbegotten son of poverty and rhyme has to give?
18500	Will you be so good as to accommodate me, and that by return of post, with ten pounds?
18500	Wilt thou be my dearie, O?
18500	Wilt thou be my dearie, O?
18500	Wilt thou ride on a horse, Or be drawn in a car, Or walk by my side, O, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
18500	With"Mary, when shall we return, Sic pleasure to renew?"
18500	Would I hae fear''d them a'', man?"
18500	Would you believe it?
18500	Would you believe it?
18500	Would you have me in such circumstances copy you out a love- song?
18500	Would you have the_ denouement_ to be successful or otherwise?--should she"let him in"or not?
18500	Ye blow upon the sod that wraps my friend: How can I to the tuneful strain attend?
18500	Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering''Gainst poor Excisemen?
18500	Ye see your state wi''theirs compar''d, And shudder at the niffer, But cast a moment''s fair regard, What maks the mighty differ?
18500	You are the earliest friend I now have on earth, my brothers excepted; and is not that an endearing circumstance?
18500	You talk of the silliness of"Saw ye my father?"
18500	You''re welcome to despots, Dumourier; You''re welcome to despots, Dumourier; How does Dampiere do?
18500	Your critic- folk may cock their nose, And say,"How can you e''er propose, You, wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang?"
18500	Your friendship much can make me blest-- O why that bliss destroy?
18500	Your lordship hints at an ode for the occasion: but who would write after Collins?
18500	[ 224] Do you know the following beautiful little fragment, in Wotherspoon''s collection of Scots songs?
18500	[ 228] What a charming apostrophe is"O fickle fortune, why this cruel sporting, Why thus perplex us, poor sons of a day?"
18500	[ 267] How do you like the simplicity and tenderness of this pastoral?
18500	[ 278] How do you like the foregoing?
18500	[ This letter was first published by Hubert Chambers, who considered it as closing the enquiry,"was Burns a married man?"
18500	["Is not the Scotch phrase,"Burns writes to Mrs. Dunlop,"Auld lang syne, exceedingly expressive?
18500	_ 25th February, 1794._ Canst thou minister to a mind diseased?
18500	_ December, 1789._ MY DEAR CUNNINGHAM, Where are you?
18500	_ Dumfries, 4th July, 1796._ How are you, my dear friend, and how comes on your fifth volume?
18500	_ Dumfries, April, 1793._ SIR, My poems having just come out in another edition, will you do me the honour to accept of a copy?
18500	_ Ellisland, 1791._ MY DEAR AINSLIE, Can you minister to a mind diseased?
18500	_ Ellisland, 1791._ REVEREND SIR, Why did you, my dear Sir, write to me in such a hesitating style on the business of poor Bruce?
18500	_ Ellisland, near Dumfries, Sept. 16th, 1788._ Where are you?
18500	_ July, 1794._ Is there no news yet of Pleyel?
18500	_ September, 1793._"Who shall decide when doctors disagree?"
18500	and art thou true?
18500	and for what I am destined?
18500	and how are you?
18500	and how is Mrs. Hill?
18500	and is Lady Mackenzie recovering her health?
18500	art thou not ashamed To doat upon a feature?
18500	be of any service to you?
18500	bonnie lass, will you lie in a barrack?_"["Do you know a fine air,"Burns asks Thomson, April, 1973,"called''Jackie Hume''s Lament?''
18500	bonnie lass, will you lie in a barrack?_"["Do you know a fine air,"Burns asks Thomson, April, 1973,"called''Jackie Hume''s Lament?''
18500	even monarchs''mighty gaugers: Nay, what are priests, those seeming godly wise men?
18500	forsake our earth, And not a muse in honest grief bewail?
18500	give the cause a hearing; What are you, landlords''rent- rolls?
18500	he comes ben: He brags and he blaws o''his siller, But when will he dance like Tam Glen?
18500	if privileged from trial, How cheap a thing were virtue?"
18500	is to me a heavenly air-- what would you think of a set of Scottish verses to it?
18500	teasing ledgers: What premiers-- what?
18500	that hour and broomy bower, Can I forget it ever?
18500	thou half- sister of death, thou cousin- german of hell: where shall I find force of execration equal to the amplitude of thy demerits?
18500	we''re on dangerous ground, Who knows how the fashions may alter?
18500	what do we here?
18500	what is treasure?
18500	what mean ye?
18500	what right hae they To meat or sleep, or light o''day?
18500	where I am?
18500	who holds?
18500	who would wish for many years?
18500	why has worth so short a date?
18500	why this disparity between our wishes and our powers?