...not be disputed that he was well acquainted with the feelings he could so eloquently describe : — " O, Mary, dear departed shade, " Where is thy place...blissful rest ? " See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? " Hcar'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget, " Can I forget...

...That lovest to greet the early morn, Again thou usherest in 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 ? Hearest thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget ! — Can I forget the...

...HEAVEN. THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lovest to greet the early morn, Again thou usherest in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary !...of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hearest thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallowed...

...impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where IB thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?" To the delineations of the poet by himself, by his Lrntlx?!', a nd by his tutor, these additions...

...HEAVEN.J TUNE — ' MISS FORBES' FAREWI;LL TO BANFF." THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the...? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? t Mary Campbell, the subject of these exquisite lines, has been already noticed, ante. They were written...

...with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade, Where is thy place of blissful...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast .'" The beautiful verses entitled " Highland Mary," al luded to above, are in a strain no less impassioned....

...truth, honour, constancy, and love. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of heavenly rest t Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast 1" The variations are from a copy in the Poet's own hand. TO MARY.* COULD aught of song declare my...

...That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou ushePst in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. О and ' Winter, a Dirge,' are of this character. Burns...melancholy views of the nature and condition of man, whi hie breast ! ii. That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forset the hallowed grove, Where by the winding...

...As streams their channels deeper wear. 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?" To wander through these woods of Coilsflcld, and reflect that, as the residence of rank and affluence,...

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