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Scottish
Poetry
Scottish
poetry radiates, to a degree unmatched by any other substantial
national literature, a passionate love of country. Robert Louis
Stevenson maintained in his essay 'The Scot Abroad' that the
happiest lot on earth is to be a Scotsman':
You
must pay for it in many ways...But somehow life is warmer and
closer; the hearth burns more brightly; the lights of home shine
softer on the rainy street; the very names endeared in verse
and music, cling nearer round our hearts.
Hugh
MacDiarmid, one of Scotland's greatest poets, wrote the poetic
equivalent of bursting into tears:
The
rose of all the world is not for me.
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet - and breaks the heart.
Robert
Burns, the National Bard of Scotland
Biography
of Robert Burns
Robert
Burns was born near Ayr, Scotland, 25th of January, 1759. He was
the son of William Burnes, or Burness, at the time of the poet's
birth a nurseryman on the banks of the Doon in Ayrshire. His father,
though always extremely poor, attempted to give his children a
fair education, and Robert, who was the eldest, went to school
for three years in a neighboring village, and later, for shorter
periods, to three other schools in the vicinity. But it was to
his father and to his own reading that he owed the more important
part of his education; and by the time that he had reached manhood
he had a good knowledge of English, a reading knowledge of French,
and a fairly wide acquaintance with the masterpieces of English
literature from the time of Shakespeare to his own day.
In 1766 William Burness rented on borrowed money the farm of Mount
Oliphant, and in taking his share in the effort to make this undertaking
succeed, the future poet seems to have seriously overstrained
his physique. In 1771 the family move to Lochlea, and Burns went
to the neighboring town of Irvine to learn flax-dressing. The
only result of this experiment, however, was the formation of
an acquaintance with a dissipated sailor, whom he afterward blamed
as the prompter of his first licentious adventures. His father
died in 1784, and with his brother Gilbert the poet rented the
farm of Mossgiel; but this venture was as unsuccessful as the
others. He had meantime formed an irregular intimacy with Jean
Armour, for which he was censured by the Kirk-session. As a result
of his farming misfortunes, and the attempts of his father-in-law
to overthrow his irregular marriage with Jean, he resolved to
emigrate; and in order to raise money for the passage he published
(Kilmarnock, 1786) a volume of the poems which he had been composing
from time to time for some years. This volume was unexpectedly
successful, so that, instead of sailing for the West Indies, he
went up to Edinburgh, and during that winter he was the chief
literary celebrity of the season. An enlarged edition of his poems
was published there in 1787, and the money derived from this enabled
him to aid his brother in Mossgiel, and to take and stock for
himself the farm of Ellisland in Dumfriesshire. His fame as poet
had reconciled the Armours to the connection, and having now regularly
married Jean, he brought her to Ellisland, and once more tried
farming for three years. Continued ill-success, however, led him,
in 1791, to abandon Ellisland, and he moved to Dumfries, where
he had obtained a position in the Excise. But he was now thoroughly
discouraged; his work was mere drudgery; his tendency to take
his relaxation in debauchery increased the weakness of a constitution
early undermined; and he died at Dumfries in his thirty-eighth
year.
It
is not necessary here to attempt to disentangle or explain away
the numerous amours in which he was engaged through the greater
part of his life. It is evident that Burns was a man of extremely
passionate nature and fond of conviviality; and the misfortunes
of his lot combined with his natural tendencies to drive him to
frequent excesses of self-indulgence. He was often remorseful,
and he strove painfully, if intermittently, after better things.
Burns' poetry falls into two main groups: English and Scottish.
His English poems are, for the most part, inferior specimens of
conventional eighteenth-century verse. But in Scottish poetry
he achieved triumphs of a quite extraordinary kind. Since the
time of the Reformation and the union of the crowns of England
and Scotland, the Scots dialect had largely fallen into disuse
as a medium for dignified writing. Shortly before Burns' time,
however, Allan Ramsay and Robert Fergusson had been the leading
figures in a revival of the vernacular, and Burns received from
them a national tradition which he succeeded in carrying to its
highest pitch, becoming thereby, to an almost unique degree, the
poet of his people.
He first showed complete mastery of verse in the field of satire.
In "The Twa Herds," "Holy Willie's Prayer,"
"Address to the Unco Guid," "The Holy Fair,"
and others, he manifested sympathy with the protest of the so-called
"New Light" party, which had sprung up in opposition
to the extreme Calvinism and intolerance of the dominant "Auld
Lichts." The fact that Burns had personally suffered from
the discipline of the Kirk probably added fire to his attacks,
but the satires show more than personal animus. The force of the
invective, the keenness of the wit, and the fervor of the imagination
which they displayed, rendered them an important force in the
theological liberation of Scotland.
The Kilmarnock volume contained, besides satire, a number of poems
like "The Twa Dogs" and "The Cotter's Saturday
Night," which are vividly descriptive of the Scots peasant
life with which he was most familiar; and a group like "Puir
Mailie" and "To a Mouse," which, in the tenderness
of their treatment of animals, revealed one of the most attractive
sides of Burns' personality. Many of his poems were never
printed during his lifetime, the most remarkable of these being
"The Jolly Beggars," a piece in which, by the intensity
of his imaginative sympathy and the brilliance of his technique,
he renders a picture of the lowest dregs of society in such a
way as to raise it into the realm of great poetry.
But the real national importance of Burns is due chiefly to his
songs. The Puritan austerity of the centuries following the Reformation
had discouraged secular music, like other forms of art, in Scotland;
and as a result Scottish song had become hopelessly degraded in
point both of decency and literary quality. From youth Burns had
been interested in collecting the fragments he had heard sung
or found printed, and he came to regard the rescuing of this almost
lost national inheritance in the light of a vocation. About his
song-making, two points are especially noteworthy: first, that
the greater number of his lyrics sprang from actual emotional
experiences; second, that almost all were composed to old melodies.
While in Edinburgh he undertook to supply material for Johnson's
"Musical Museum," and as few of the traditional songs
could appear in a respectable collection, Burns found it necessary
to make them over. Sometimes he kept a stanza or two; sometimes
only a line or chorus; sometimes merely the name of the air; the
rest was his own. His method, as he has told us himself, was to
become familiar with the traditional melody, to catch a suggestion
from some fragment of the old song, to fix upon an idea or situation
for the new poem; then, humming or whistling the tune as he went
about his work, he wrought out the new verses, going into the
house to write them down when the inspiration began to flag. In
this process is to be found the explanation of much of the peculiar
quality of the songs of Burns. Scarcely any known author has succeeded
so brilliantly in combining his work with folk material, or in
carrying on with such continuity of spirit the tradition of popular
song. For George Thomson's collection of Scottish airs he
performed a function similar to that which he had had in the "Museum";
and his poetical activity during the last eight or nine years
of his life was chiefly devoted to these two publications. In
spite of the fact that he was constantly in severe financial straits,
he refused to accept any recompense for this work, preferring
to regard it as a patriotic service. And it was, indeed, a patriotic
service of no small magnitude. By birth and temperament he was
singularly fitted for the task, and this fitness is proved by
the unique extent to which his productions were accepted by his
countrymen, and have passed into the life and feeling of his race.
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