Tuesday, January 25, 2011

AN "ODE" TO ROBERT BURNS



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Robert Burns
25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796
A Darling of Scotland
and a Poet to the Heart.
If you have sang or heard
the New Year's song
"Auld Lang Syne"
Then you have a little piece of
Robert Burns!



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Have you ever been to a Robert Burns Dinner?
It's a time to celebrate great poetry, Celtic music,
 tradition, dancers, bagpipes, plaid,
friendship and food in the midst of a winter slump!
But most of all the memory of one of the most
beloved Scottish Poets, Robbie Burns!!






                       
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The main coarse of the Burns' Dinner is "Haggis"
an aged old traditional receipt
served along with Turnips
 and the ever loyal Potato!

(Now you may not want to learn the ingredients
of "Haggis" if your tummy is a wee bit squeamish)
We find it yummy!
But if you are BRAVE and CURIOUS
(now don't forget to rrroll your rrrrs)!!
this site will tell you the goods:

A highlight of the Burns' Gathering is
the piping in of the Haggis.


                                              


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     Have you ever had the chance to hear Robert's poetry recited by a true Scott?
My honor was from a Dear Man whom would stand in the line in the bank where I used to work
and come to my teller window, and recite a new Burns poem once a month! It always brightened my day!


AGAIN REJOICING NATURE SEES
Again rejoicing nature sees
Her robe assume it's vernal hues,
Her leafy looks waves in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
And maun I still on Menie doat,
And bear the scorn that's in her ee?
For it's jet,jet black, an'it's like a hawk,
An it winna let a body be!

I vain to me the cowslips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets spring;
In vain to me, in glen or shaw,
The mavis and the lintwhite sing.
And maun I still...

The merry ploughboy cheers his team,
Wi' joy the tentie seedman stalks,
But life to me's a weary dream,
A weary dream of ane that never wauks.
And maun I still...

The wanton coot the water skims,
Among the reeds the ducklings cry,
The stately swan majestic swims,
And every thing is blest but I.
And maun I still...

The shepherd steeks his faulding slap,
And owre the moorlands whistles shill,
Wi' wild unequal, wand'ring step,
I meet him on a dewy hill.
And maun I still...

And when the lark,'tween light and dark,
Blythe waukens by he daisy's side,
And mounts and sings on fluttering wings,
Awoe-worn ghaist I hameward glide.
And maun I still...

Come winter with thine angry howl,
And raging bend the naked tree;
Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,
When nature all is sad like me!
And maun I still...


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 Robert Burns
http://www.standrew518.co.uk/BURNS/About_Burns.php
                                                                       
                   

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The Mousiekin Family listen as Father  recites
"To a Mouse"


                        
Here is a wonderful Site with an endless supply
of  Robert Burns Poetry
PLEASE do check it out! :                                
http://www.poemhunter.com/i/ebooks/pdf/robert_burns_2004_9.pdf


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Tragically Burns' life ended
much too early at
only 37 years of age

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Lay not up treasures upon earth,
where moth a dust doth corrupt,

where thieves breal through and steal:
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven,
where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt.
and where thieves do not breal through nor steal
for where your treasure is,
there will will be your heart also
Mathew 8:19-21 
 

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FRASER MacGRUMPLY SAYS:
"NUE!.. YEE WOANTE' BEE
EEAT'N
 NEY  HAGGIS NUE
WILL YE BEE"?

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                    For more information about Robert Burns
                     here are some great places of interest:
                    
                         http://www25.uua.org/uuhs/duub/articles/robertburns.html (a little more history)
                         http://www.sc.edu/library/spcoll/britlit/burns/burns1.html ( book collectors)
                        http://www.worldburnsclub.com/begin/robert_burns.htm  (a bit about character)
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Scherenschnitte-Doodles

By-Linnie
(in honor of my Celtic Roots)
                                               
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                                              I will be a Father to you,
                                            and you shall be My sons
                                     and daughters, says the Lord Almighty.
                                                            II Corinthians 6:18

                                           
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Beloved, I wish above all things
that thou mayest prosper
and be in health,
even as thy soul prospereth.
3 John 1:2
Do You Know JESUS?
Read more here:
http://proverbs31.org/do-you-know-jesus/#sthash.6l2jRn80.dpbs
Need Church?
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Listen to Sunday CHURCH
with Pastor CHARLES PRICE
of the Living Truth Ministries
click here:
http://www.livingtruthmedia.com/onDemand.php?ID=US
(if the is no video you can find it on the web site)
http://www.livingtruthus.com/#
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Read:

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Now re-reading
THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS

Still Reading:
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(VERY GOOD READ)

9 comments:

  1. I have always enjoyed his poems...thank you for taking the time to share your joy in books!

    Have a blessed day :)

    M.

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  2. "best laid plans of mice and men"... so that's where that came from. I had to listen to it several times before I could fully comprehend WHAT he was saying, What an accent!
    There is a Scottish possum in the book that is coming to you, my accent is very mild so that children can understand.
    I see you are a fan of Wind in the Willows, as am I. I collect really beautifully illustrated versions. I recommend the one by Inga Moore, if you haven't got it already. Now, I think I will go see what is in that Haggis stuff.

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  3. Very nicely done! Sarah likes your mice. I think she will look for them everytime I go into your blog.
    Beth :-)

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  4. This is lovely! Mattman visited the cottage when he was two months old and Dad was on Kilimanjaro- so you take me back to fragile early months of child-rearing!

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  5. Dear friend... I am sorry, but I must have deleted your comment by mistake :( please forgive...it was a really nice one too!

    Anyway...I combined all the blogs into one space...so all the posts are now handy :)

    Maria

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  6. What a lovely post! I love Robert Burns' poetry, but hearing it read in the real accent is an amazing experience!

    Thank you for sharing this. I'll have to use it in homeschool tomorrow. :)

    Love,

    Marqueta

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  7. Such Lovely poems, and your mice are just the cutest little things!...Love your snowy photos too! :D Paulette

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  8. Dear Linnie,

    Enjoyed your Robert Burns post! Loved the beautiful old book with the tartan! Very cute, the mice at the poetry reading! Your Scherenschnitte crosses are very nice! Fraser MacGrumply looks very stylish in the tam-o'-shanter!

    Diane and daughter Sarah at the Corgyncombe Courant

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  9. You've brought back a memory. We took our young children to a Robert Burns poetry evening. The hours were past our bedtimes so we planned to leave after intermission. It was held in Franklin, TN (in 1989) in an historical brick building. No frills - just pure poetry memorized and recited by a Scotsman with a natural accent. I understood little of it. But who is it that dictated that we must understand everything we read - or hear recited? I enjoyed the evening.

    One of our daughters has carried a love of poetry into adulthood. I wonder if that evening made an impression on her. She was age four.
    Karen A.

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