Who is Hew Ainslie

Hew Ainslie (5 April 1792 – 11 March 1878) was a Scottish poet.BiographyHe was born in the parish of Dailly, in Ayrshire. After a fair education, he became a clerk in Glasgow, a landscape gardener in his native district, and a clerk in the Register House, Edinburgh. For a short time he was amanuensis to Dugald Stewart. In 1822, being then ten years married to his cousin, Ainslie emigrated to America, where he continued to live with varied fortune for the rest of his days, paying a short visit to Scotland in 1864. Upon travelling to the New World, he was attracted to Robert Owen's social system in New Harmony, Indiana, but after a short trial he connected himself with a firm of brewers; his name is associated with the establishment of various breweries, mills, and factories in the Western...
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Hew Ainslie Poems

  • Willie And Helen
    ‘Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love,
    Unless it be to pain us?
    Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love
    Whan ye say the sea maun twain us?'...
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Top 10 most used topics by Hew Ainslie

Heart 1 Heaven 1 Light 1 Love 1 Pain 1 Sea 1 Time 1 I Love You 1 Spin 1 Bright 1


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Book_addict: happy birthday to scottish-born writer and poet hew ainslie (april 5, 1792), author of "a pilgrimage to the land of burns” (1820) et al.
Brookston: historic beer birthday: hew ainslie (
Book_addict: happy birthday to scottish-born writer and poet hew ainslie (april 5, 1792), author of "a pilgrimage to the land of burns” (1820) et al.
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Obiit Mdcccxxxiii (Entire)
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;
Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.
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