The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... comes thee nigh , Thy auld damn'd elbow yeuks with joy , And hellish pleasure ; Already in thy fancy's eye , Thy sicker treasure . Soon heels - o'er - gowdy ! in he gangs , And like a sheep - head on a tangs , Thy girning laugh enjoys ...
... comes thee nigh , Thy auld damn'd elbow yeuks with joy , And hellish pleasure ; Already in thy fancy's eye , Thy sicker treasure . Soon heels - o'er - gowdy ! in he gangs , And like a sheep - head on a tangs , Thy girning laugh enjoys ...
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... comes frae ' mang that cursed set I winna name , I hope frae heav'n to see them yet In fiery flame . D- e has been lang our fae , M'- -ll has wrought us meikle wae , And that curs'd rascal ca'd M'- -e , And baith the S - s , That aft ...
... comes frae ' mang that cursed set I winna name , I hope frae heav'n to see them yet In fiery flame . D- e has been lang our fae , M'- -ll has wrought us meikle wae , And that curs'd rascal ca'd M'- -e , And baith the S - s , That aft ...
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... comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . O , had she but been of lower degree ,
... comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . O , had she but been of lower degree ,
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... , Ha , ha , & c . Slighted love is sair to bide , Ha , ha , & c . Shall I , like a fool , quoth he , For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to -- France for me ! Ha , ha , & c . O POORTITH . How it comes let doctors tell , 56 DUNCAN GRAY .
... , Ha , ha , & c . Slighted love is sair to bide , Ha , ha , & c . Shall I , like a fool , quoth he , For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to -- France for me ! Ha , ha , & c . O POORTITH . How it comes let doctors tell , 56 DUNCAN GRAY .
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Including Translations ... British poets. O POORTITH . How it comes let doctors tell , Ha , ha , & c . Meg grew sick- -as he grew heal , Ha , ha , & c . Something in her bosom wrings , For relief a sigh she brings ; And O , her een ...
Including Translations ... British poets. O POORTITH . How it comes let doctors tell , Ha , ha , & c . Meg grew sick- -as he grew heal , Ha , ha , & c . Something in her bosom wrings , For relief a sigh she brings ; And O , her een ...
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ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks birds Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie blue Bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast Burns CESSNOCK charms Chloris CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie dimin DUMFRIES e'en e'er fair fairest Farewell Flow gently flowers fortune's frae glen green hame heart Highland ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee luve Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy ne'er night o'er owre Phillis pleasure poison'd rantin roar ROB MORRIS sing Skelpin song sorrow sparklin spring stream sweet sweet Afton sweetly syne tear There's thine Thou hast thro tocher TUNE-The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll yon town young
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Страница 142 - AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me.