The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... maun never be mine Full well thou know'st The Birks of Aberfeldy Stay , my Charmer Thickest Night ...... ... The young Highland Rover ...... Raving Winds around her blowing 85 86 87 88 88 89 91 92 92 93 94 94 95 96 Musing on the roaring ...
... maun never be mine Full well thou know'st The Birks of Aberfeldy Stay , my Charmer Thickest Night ...... ... The young Highland Rover ...... Raving Winds around her blowing 85 86 87 88 88 89 91 92 92 93 94 94 95 96 Musing on the roaring ...
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... maun Gae fa ' upon anither plan , Than garren lasses cowp the cran Clean heels owre body , And sairly thole their mither's ban Afore the howdy . This leads me on , to tell for sport , How I did with the Session sort- Auld Clinkum at the ...
... maun Gae fa ' upon anither plan , Than garren lasses cowp the cran Clean heels owre body , And sairly thole their mither's ban Afore the howdy . This leads me on , to tell for sport , How I did with the Session sort- Auld Clinkum at the ...
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... But now thy flow'ry banks appear Like drumlie winter , dark and drear , While my dear lad maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes . LOGAN BRAES . Again the merry month o ' May 62 Meg o' the Mill Logan Braes.
... But now thy flow'ry banks appear Like drumlie winter , dark and drear , While my dear lad maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes . LOGAN BRAES . Again the merry month o ' May 62 Meg o' the Mill Logan Braes.
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... ry banks appear Like drumlie winter , dark and drear , While my dear lad maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes . LOGAN BRAES . Again the merry month o ' May 62 Meg o' the Mill Logan Braes There was a Lass Phillis the Fair.
... ry banks appear Like drumlie winter , dark and drear , While my dear lad maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes . LOGAN BRAES . Again the merry month o ' May 62 Meg o' the Mill Logan Braes There was a Lass Phillis the Fair.
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... maun abide me ; But tho ' fell fortune should fate us to sever , Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever . Mary , I'm thine wi ' a passion sincerest , And thou hast plighted me love o ' the dearest ! And thou'rt the angel that never can ...
... maun abide me ; But tho ' fell fortune should fate us to sever , Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever . Mary , I'm thine wi ' a passion sincerest , And thou hast plighted me love o ' the dearest ! And thou'rt the angel that never can ...
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Чести термини и фразе
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 129 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Страница 177 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Страница 205 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Страница 142 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly Had we never lov'd sae blindly Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Страница 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Страница 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Страница 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Страница 129 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Страница 175 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
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.