...birds, 'Aiul I sae weary fu' o' care ! Thou'lt break my heart, tliou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowering thorn : Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed — never to return. Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings beside thy mate, For sae I sat, and sae I sang,...

...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...

...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 sae fresh...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...

...33—36) 7 Then gently scan your brother Man, Still gentler sister Woman; The Banks of Doon 15 Ye banks J2JtJuJ J thro' the flowering thorn: Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return. (1. 1 -8) AWP;...

...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...

...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. Yorks. My Dear Sir, If I...

...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...

...sunken vessel, or their lifeless bodies float on the troubled waters! "Ye banks and braes o'bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair, How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, full o' care?" To the woman-heart of the nation this is not a tragedy to mourn and grieve over and...

...uncertain. Burns's poem begins: Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? I low can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care? 71:21 Bulwell . . . furnaces, Hulwell was originally a village 3 miles nw of Nottingham, but was incorporated...