...little pleasure in the house, 55 When our gudeman's awa'. William Julius Mickle. CLIV THE BANKS OF DOON. Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care ! Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie...

...Kirk." TUNE— The Caledonian Hunt'a Delight. YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom so fresh and fair, How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o' care ! Thou 'It break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowering thorn : Thou minds...

...Doon, How can ye bloom fae frefh and fair ; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I fae weary fu' of care ! Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowery thorn : Thou mind'ft me of departed joys, Departed, never to return. Oft have I rov'd by bonie...

...Boon, How can ye bloom fae frefh and fair ; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I fae weary fu' pf care ! Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowery thorn : Thou mind'ft me of departed joys, Departed, never to return. Oft have I rov'd by bonie...

...And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo! And of course the sorrow at faithless love: Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom...chant, ye little birds. And I sae weary, fu' o' care? Lyric poetry is notoriously difficult to translate. Although some admirable translators have used great...

...(1. 33—36) 7 Then gently scan your brother Man, Still gentler sister Woman; The Banks of Doon 15 rI J J J J2JtJuJ J Departed never to return. (1. 1 -8) AWP; BoLoP; CH; ELP; EnRP; GTBS; GTBS-P; NAEL-2: NOBE; NOEC; NoP;...

...would be startled, though, in the context of this way of thinking, to meet with some line like Burns's, "How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' of care?" some presentiment of Nature's ultimate indifference. part of the book comes to even a hint...

...historical and topographical works. 17. cf. Robert Bums, 'Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon', ll 5-8: Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro'...the flowering thorn: Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed, never to return. — Branwell Bronte to FH Grundy, [?late October 1845] Ha worth. Bradford....

...Its usual place, though, is in song. Burns, for instance, opens some of his best lyrics in this way: 'Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?' 'Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.'...

...One would be startled, in the context of this way of thinking, to meet with some line like Burns's "How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' of care?"—some presentiment of Nature's ultimate indifference. The Star of Salvation Cheng Liang...