The Songs of Scotland, Ancient and Modern: With an Introduction and Notes, Historical and Critical, and Characters of the Lyric Poets, Том 3J. Taylor, 1825 |
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... light of the moon Bessie Bell and Mary Gray Bonnie Chirsty Bess the gawkie Coming through the rye Corn riggs are bonnie Cakes o ' croudy Carle , an the king come Carlisle yetts Came ye o'er frae France Callum o ' glen · Ca ' the yowes ...
... light of the moon Bessie Bell and Mary Gray Bonnie Chirsty Bess the gawkie Coming through the rye Corn riggs are bonnie Cakes o ' croudy Carle , an the king come Carlisle yetts Came ye o'er frae France Callum o ' glen · Ca ' the yowes ...
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... light I wad die When summer comes What news to me , Cummer What ails the lasses at me Who's at my window Young Airlie Page 284 · 286 • 290 297 · 301 314 318 • 321 325 331 336 . 339 342 348 6 110 121 46 84 87 91 · 103 189 299 333 218 OP ...
... light I wad die When summer comes What news to me , Cummer What ails the lasses at me Who's at my window Young Airlie Page 284 · 286 • 290 297 · 301 314 318 • 321 325 331 336 . 339 342 348 6 110 121 46 84 87 91 · 103 189 299 333 218 OP ...
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... light on thy face , Thy drowsy embrace Is enough to gar me betray thee . This clever little song is a translation of some Latin verses ; it appeared first in Allan Ramsay's collection with a mark intimating that the verses were old ...
... light on thy face , Thy drowsy embrace Is enough to gar me betray thee . This clever little song is a translation of some Latin verses ; it appeared first in Allan Ramsay's collection with a mark intimating that the verses were old ...
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... light Which in thine eyes was wont to shine , And lie obscure in endless night , For each poor silly speech of mine ? Dear maid , how can I wrong thy name , Since ' tis acknowledged , at all hands , That could ill tongues abuse thy fame ...
... light Which in thine eyes was wont to shine , And lie obscure in endless night , For each poor silly speech of mine ? Dear maid , how can I wrong thy name , Since ' tis acknowledged , at all hands , That could ill tongues abuse thy fame ...
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... light should darkness turn , Ere you'd forget your love ; In shades now may creation mourn , Since you unfaithful prove . Was it for this I credit gave To ev'ry oath you swore ? But ah ! it seems they most deceive Who most our charms ...
... light should darkness turn , Ere you'd forget your love ; In shades now may creation mourn , Since you unfaithful prove . Was it for this I credit gave To ev'ry oath you swore ? But ah ! it seems they most deceive Who most our charms ...
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aboon Allan Ramsay amang ancient auld baith beauty Bessy Bell bird birks blithe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes of Yarrow braw breast bride Burns busk canna cauld Charlie charms cheek cobite coming dance dear dearie dearie-o Derwentwater Donald Macgillavry Duke of Cumberland Dumbarton's drums e'er fair flowers frae gang Geordie grace green gude hame heard heart highland house of Stuart ilka Invermay Jacobite James Hogg Jamie Kenmure's king kiss laddie lady laird lass Lochaber Lord lover lyric maid maiden Mallie's maun merry mither morning mourn nae mair naething ne'er never Nithsdale o'er the moor old song Peggy poet Ramsay's says Scotland Scottish sigh sing smiles snishing sorrow sung sweet sword ta'en thee There's thou verses weel weep whigs wife Willie winna wish ye'r young youth
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Страница 316 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ! Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The Schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.
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Страница 290 - ... Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath, Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers and drop the tender tear, Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wert fairest of the fair...
Страница 316 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Страница 134 - ... the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay.
Страница 315 - Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove ' Thou messenger of spring ! Now heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green Thy certain voice we hear : Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? VOL. III. Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.
Страница 79 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart...
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Страница 43 - Lang maun she weep, lang maun she, maun she weep, Lang maun she weep with dule and sorrow, And lang maun I nae mair weil be seen Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.
Страница 44 - Flows Yarrow sweet? As sweet, as sweet flows Tweed ; As green its grass, its gowan as yellow ; As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple from its rocks as mellow.