...FIRST; Him — last; Htm — midst, and — without end." " 0 Mary.' dear — departed shade, Wntre is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover — lowly laid? Hear'st Ihou the groans, that rend his breast?" 308. Read, or rather fpeak from memory, these lines with quantity,...

...with truth, honour, constancy and love. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of heaveuiy rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend Ills hreast? Jesus Christ, thou amiahlest cf characters I trust thou art no impostor, and that thy...

...— FIRST; Him — last ¡ Him — midst, and — without end." " О Mary ! dear — departed shade, Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover — lowly laid 7 Hear'et thou the groans, that rend his breast?" 308. Read, or rather apeak from memory, these lines...

...Him — FIRST; Him — last; Hun — midst, and — without end." " 0 Mary.' dear — depurtea shade, Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover — lowly laid'! Hears thou Ihe groans, that rend ha breast?'' 308. Read, or rather speak from memory those lines with...

...thou usherest in the d'ay My Ma'ry from my so'ul was tor'n. it! O M'ary 1 (dear/ departed sh'ade !) Where is thy pla'ce of blissful res't ? See'st thou thy lov'er/ lowly 1'aid, Hearest thou the gr'oans/ that re'nd his brea'st ? That sacred ho'ur/ can I forg'et ! — Can...

...grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love? My Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy...laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? Simpson: She'll not hear. [BURNS makes no reply, but sits alone in his moment of remorse. MUIR and...

...their channels deeper wear. r My Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? 3 ° A RED, RED ROSE My love is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; My love is like the melodic,...

...the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy...laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? Robert Burns 114 SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove; A maid whom there were...

...Time but the impression deeper makes, My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? The Scots Musical Museum, iii, 1790 V1 1 1 416 Highland rE banks and braes and streams around The castle...

...moving sentiment Burns wished to convey: My Mary from my soul was torn. . . . My Mary, departed Shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy...laid? Hears't thou the groans that rend his breast? It is no wonder that this poem was incorporated into the scrapbooks, for Jefferson's daughter had died...