...The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed tbrough the lighted , B ] heasd or saw i Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd,...

...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 beset with such nal and imaginary bugbears, should fancy themselves...

...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, / sigh'd, and said...

...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...

...Morison, those entitled 'Jessy,' and the song, beginning 'O my luve is like a red red rose.' — Hazlitt, To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And you the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said...

...communicated to him by a friend, a clergyman in Dumfriesshire : " Burns, I have been informed, was one To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said...

...comes to st-ek her love ! Yestreen, when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted lin', Spak' o : Of all the productions of Burns, the pathetic and deepest and most lasting hold of the mind. Such...

...The lovely Mary Morrison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string, The dance gaed round the lighted ha'/ To thee my fancy took its wing — I sat, but...that was braw.» And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said, amang them a', ' Ye are na Mary Morrison.' O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace,...

...undeniably revealed : — Yestreen, when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', 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 sigh'd, and said, amang...

...perfect utterance in the lines of Burns: — Though this was fair and that was brnw. And yon the toast o' a' the town, I sighed and said amang them a'. Ye are na Mary Morrison. If the men and women about him are to Troilo but as shadows on the wall, shadows and memories alone...