...poet). Hear a verse of another : — " Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw ; Though this was fair and that was braw, And yon the best of a' the town, I tigfi'd, and iaid among...

...pression upon a weak understanding only or л disordered fancy. Robertson'» History of Sc.olland. To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or s-aw : Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of л* the town. Burns. That a people...

...smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stourCj I. F most respectful compliments to the honle gentleman who favoured me with a cript in your last....

...Describlng a despairing lover, he makes him say — " Yestreen, when to the trembling string The riance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, Т sat, hut neither heard or saw ; Tho' this was fair and that wae braw, And yon the toast of a' the...

...Morison," and in these lines the lyric genins of Burns was for the first time undeniably revealed : — Yestreen, when to the trembling string, The dance...thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw ; Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said,...

...trysted11 hour ; Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blythely wad I bid the stoure,* A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morrison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string, The dance gaed round the lighted ha'/ To thee my...

...Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor ; How hlythely wad I hide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. * The song of Dr Waleott on the iame suhiert is as follow : AH ope, Lord Gregory thy door, A midnight...

...other is as follows : " Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha't To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed, and said...

...glory, or appear engaged in the successful pursuit of it." — Letter to Deodati: Milton. BURNS. " Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed...fancy took its wing : I sat, but neither heard or saw, Though this was fair and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town ; I sighed, and said among...

...«cure, The lovely Mary MorUon ! Yestreen, when to the »tentai string The dance gaed through the lichtit ha', To thee my fancy took its wing— I sat, but neither heard nor SAW, Though this was fair, and that was braw, And you the toast o1 a* the town, I sigh'd, and said...