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I do not believe there is a single one of his pupils, from the illustrious Marshal Canrobert down through my contemporaries, Excelmans, Bonie, Morny, Daumesnil, the Greffulhe brothers, Friant, Baudin, Valbezen, and many more, to the younger generation that came after me, who does not cherish the most grateful and affectionate feelings for the worthy Guerard.
I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green; There's not a bonie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean, is enough for us to remember.
O saw ye bonie Lesley, As she gaed o'er the Border! She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther! To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither! Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we hae a lass There's nane again sae bonie!
These two poems are as near as Burns ever comes to appreciating nature for its own sake. The majority of his poems, like "Winter" and "Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon," regard nature in the same way that Gray regarded it, as a background for the play of human emotions. Of his poems of emotion there is an immense number.
"I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green There's not a bonie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean." As this farm proved unprofitable, Burns appealed to influential persons for some position that would enable him to support his family and write poetry.
Had we never loved sae kindly! Had we never loved sae blindly! Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest! Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure. This pathetic song was immediately followed by the well-known strains of 'Bonie Lesley:
Beauty but bounty avails nought. Bairns mother burst never. Breads House skiald never. Biting and scarting is Scots folks Wooing. Beware of Had I wist. Better be alone nor in ill company. Better a chigging mother, nor a riding father. Better never begun nor never endit. Bonie silver is soon spendit. Before I wein, and now I wat. Curtesie is cumbersom to them that kens it not.
I wasn't really a Westerner an' that's why I'm so different from most of 'em. Take your regular bonie fide Westerner an' when he dies he don't turn to dust, he turns to alkali; but when it comes my turn to settle, I'll jest natchely become the good rich soil o' the Indiana cornbelt. I was born in Indiana and I never left it till after I was ten years old.
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