...As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? THE EXILE OF ERIN.— By Tkomas Campbell. There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin., The dew on...

...day My Mary from my soul was torn ! " O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? " That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,...

...day, My Mary from my soul was torn ! " O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,...

...day My Mary from my soul was torn. O, Mary ! dear, departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? 2. That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,...

...the day My Mary from my soul was torn. Oh Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, When by the winding Ayr we met, To...

...channels deeper wear My Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest tliou thy lover lowly laid ! Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast! THE AUTHOR'S FAREWELL To Au Nain* Country. Burn« Intended this sonic as m farewell dlrire to hi* native...

...their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade! Where is thy blissful place of rest? Soe'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? This beautiful ballad was written sometime after his marriage with Bonnie Jean, who, we doubt not,...

...And fondly broods, with miser care : My Mary ! dear departed shade ! .Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? THE PREACHER. I VENERATE the man whose heart is warm, BURNS. Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine...

...My Mary from my soul was torn. О ЛГагу, dear departed shade, \Vhere is thy place of blissful rest ; See'st thou thy lover lowly laid, Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?' &C. The Mother's Lament for Лег Son, and Inscription in an Hermitage in Nithsdale, were also...

...Altior iré látex tempore qvalis amat. s My Mary, dear departed sliade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? BuitNS. Falstaff's Recovery, Fais. Embowcllcd ! If thou embowel me to-day, I '11 give you leave to...