January 25

Without Love, ye remain wi Nuffing. Oh my Luve is Like a Red Red Rose, and my Rose is my beautiful Maria; Long Live Rabbie Burns!

O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is like a melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho it were ten thousand mile!

Originally posted by black beetle
Without Love, ye remain wi Nuffing. Oh my Luve is Like a Red Red Rose, and my Rose is my beautiful Maria; Long Live Rabbie Burns!

O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is like a melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my de d fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho it were ten thousand mile!

beautiful beetle, here is my favorite lines from Tam o Shanter

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white-then melts for ever;
Or like the Borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the Rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm. -



taken from Tam o shanter, a tale of ghost and boggles and a warning to the poor sinner not to drink too much whiskey and chase young women in short dresses! i hope your listening Bosse!

Nice Poem. Really.

I like this one:


"Thy mighty love, O God, constraineth me.
As some strong tide it presseth on its way.
Seeking a channel in my self bound soul.
Yearning to sweep all barriers away.

Shall I not yield to that constraining power?
Shall I not say, O tide of love flow in?
My God, Thy gentleness hath conquered me.
Life cannot be as it hath hither been.

Break through my nature, mighty heavenly love.
Clear every avenue of thought and brain.
Flood my affections, purify my will.
Let nothing but Thine own pure life remain.

Thus wholly mastered and possessed by God.
Forth from my life, spontaneous and free.
Shall flow a stream of tenderness and grace.
Loving, because God loved, eternally."

Originally posted by robbie carrobie
beautiful beetle, here is my favorite lines from Tam o Shanter

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white-then melts for ever;
Or like the Borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the Rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the stor ...[text shortened]... o drink too much whiskey and chase young women in short dresses! i hope your listening Bosse!

Oh what a fine expression that one too my trusty feer! I bow!

Originally posted by robbie carrobie
beautiful beetle, here is my favorite lines from Tam o Shanter

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white-then melts for ever;
Or like the Borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the Rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the stor ...[text shortened]... o drink too much whiskey and chase young women in short dresses! i hope your listening Bosse!

At January 25 I will be in Athens, but my spirit will be there up north at Bonnie Scotland;

I wish to ye all a fine supper for Auld lang syne!

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll tak a cup o kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine,
But we've wander'd monie a weary fit,
Sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.

And there's a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o thine,
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.

Originally posted by robbie carrobie

taken from Tam o shanter, a tale of ghost and boggles and a warning to the poor sinner not to drink too much whiskey and chase young women in short dresses! i hope your listening Bosse!

'Twas the day after my birthday as it happens ...

My reading of Burns (and Hugh McDiarmid) is marred by my poor accent, whether I'm reading aloud or just moving my lips. Somehow a Renton-from-Trainspotting voice doesn't do the trick. I would like to get hold of a good reading.