. The national Burns, including the airs of all the songs in the staff and tonic sol-fa notations. At least some pl*ty on ma Bb&w, Ii lore it may na be. * To enable the it:!,In- to compare the L rd Gregory of Burns withthat of Peter Pindar, we subjoin Dr, Wolcotts stanzas:— Ah ope. Lord Gregory, th]A midnight wanderer ? Lord Gregory, mindst thou not the grove, By bomiie Irwme side,Where firsi I ownd that virgin-love I Iang, lang had denied 1 ; ash the rains, the tempests roar, \ini lightnings cleave the skies. \\ ho comes with woe at this drear night— loom?If she whose love did once delight,My
. The national Burns, including the airs of all the songs in the staff and tonic sol-fa notations. At least some pl*ty on ma Bb&w, Ii lore it may na be. * To enable the it:!,In- to compare the L rd Gregory of Burns withthat of Peter Pindar, we subjoin Dr, Wolcotts stanzas:— Ah ope. Lord Gregory, th]A midnight wanderer ? Lord Gregory, mindst thou not the grove, By bomiie Irwme side,Where firsi I ownd that virgin-love I Iang, lang had denied 1 ; ash the rains, the tempests roar, \ini lightnings cleave the skies. \\ ho comes with woe at this drear night— loom?If she whose love did once delight,My cot shall yield her room. \ thou heardst a pilgrim mourn, That once was prizM by thee:Think of the ring by yonder humThou gavst to love and me. But shouldst thou not i r Marian know. Ill turn my feet and part ;And think the storms that round me blow Far kinder than thy heart. WITH THOMSON. 35. How aften didst thou pledge and vowThou wad for aye be mine ; And my fond heart, itsel sae true,It neer mistrusted thine. Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory, And flinty is thy breast:Thou dart of heavn that flashest by, 0 wilt thou give, me rest!Ye mustering thunders from aDove, Your willing victim see !But spare and pardon my false love, His wrangs to heaven and m ! My most respectful compliments to the honourablegentleman who favoured me with a postscript in your shall hear from me and receive his MSS. soon. Slowish. No. TO MR. THOMSON. 20th March, MORISON. Tu:;e— The Millar. gPP^5^E5E^£^ap^ 0 - ry. at thy window he, It is the wishd, the trysted hourlThose smiles and glan - ces let me see, That make the misers treasure poor: How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun. mm w^mm Could I the rich re - «;ird se • cure, The love . ly Ma - ry Mo - ri ? son. BURNS CORRESPONDENCE \ treen ?« hen, t the trembling sti lug,n i di ..
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