...their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade 1 Where is Uiy place of blissful rest! Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ! Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? At this time Burns's prospects in life were so extremely gloomy, that he had decided upon going out...

...from my soul was torn. О 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 ?" The circumstances under which ' Tam O'Shanter' was produced were of a very different character....

...channels deeper wear. " My 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 ?" — Vol. ip 125, 126. Of his pieces of humour, the tale of Tarn o' Shanter is probably the best...

...channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! VVhere is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?" It was impossible for any one to be the theme of such verses without becoming an object of profound...

...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...Ete'rnity/ will not effa'ce Those records de'ar of transports p'ast ! Thy i'mage/ at our la'st embr'ace : — Ah ! little thou'ght we/ "tw'as our la"st...

...of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hearest thou the groans that rend his breast t That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallowed...To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not effaceThese records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace, Ah ! little thought we...

...ihou the groans, that rend his breast I That warred hour— can I forget, Can 1 forget thehallow'd grove. Where, by the winding Ayr we met, To live one...parting love ! Eternity— will not efface Those records denr, of transports past ; Thy image, at our last embrace ' Ah ! little thought we, 'twas our last...

...Mary, from my soul was torn. O. Mary: dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest 1 Seesl thou thy lover, lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans, that rend his breast ' That sacred hour—can I forget. Can I forget the hallow'd grove. Where, by the winding Ayr we met, To live one...

...1 That sacred hour — can I forget, Can I forget the nallow'd grove. Where, by the winding Луг we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity — will not efface Those records deur, of transports past ; Thy imnge, at our last embrace ! Ah ! little thought we, 'twas our last...

...Mary, from my soul was torn. O.Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest Î Seest thou thy lover, lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans, that rend his breast Î That sacred hour— «an I forget. Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Луг...