The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 3W. Pickering, 1839 - 319 страница |
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... thought upon . 2 Let's hae a waught o ' Malaga , 3 jo , For auld lang syne . 4 Let's hae a waught o ' Malaga . .. * Burns sent this beautiful song to Mrs. Dunlop , in De- cember , 1788 , saying : ' Is not the Scotch phrase , ' Auld lang ...
... thought upon . 2 Let's hae a waught o ' Malaga , 3 jo , For auld lang syne . 4 Let's hae a waught o ' Malaga . .. * Burns sent this beautiful song to Mrs. Dunlop , in De- cember , 1788 , saying : ' Is not the Scotch phrase , ' Auld lang ...
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... thought , in my solitary wanderings , warmed me to a pitch of enthusiasm on the theme of Liberty and Independence , which I threw into a kind of Scottish ode , fitted to the air that one might suppose to be the gal- lant Royal Scot's ...
... thought , in my solitary wanderings , warmed me to a pitch of enthusiasm on the theme of Liberty and Independence , which I threw into a kind of Scottish ode , fitted to the air that one might suppose to be the gal- lant Royal Scot's ...
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... thoughts , inverted into rhyme . I do not give you this song for your book , but merely by way of vive la bagatelle ; for the piece is not really poetry . " Tho ' hundreds worship at his word , He's but OF BURNS . 15.
... thoughts , inverted into rhyme . I do not give you this song for your book , but merely by way of vive la bagatelle ; for the piece is not really poetry . " Tho ' hundreds worship at his word , He's but OF BURNS . 15.
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... thought , was in her air ; Now we're married - spier nae mair— Whistle owre the lave o't . Meg was meek , and Meg was mild , Bonnie Meg was nature's child — 1 Wiser men than me's beguil'd ; - Whistle owre the lave o't . How we live , my ...
... thought , was in her air ; Now we're married - spier nae mair— Whistle owre the lave o't . Meg was meek , and Meg was mild , Bonnie Meg was nature's child — 1 Wiser men than me's beguil'd ; - Whistle owre the lave o't . How we live , my ...
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... thought or inclination of turning poet till I got once heartily in love , and then elegiac and song were , in a manner , the spontaneous language of my heart . The following compo- sition was the first of my performances , and done at ...
... thought or inclination of turning poet till I got once heartily in love , and then elegiac and song were , in a manner , the spontaneous language of my heart . The following compo- sition was the first of my performances , and done at ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Allan Cunningham says amang auld lang syne ballad Balmaghie blate body kiss Bonie bonnie lass bonnie Mary braes Burns says Buy braw troggin Charlie charms CHORUS Claut Collection in 1801 copy Cromek's Reliques dear dearie Deil dimin e'en e'er EPITAPH fair Farewell flower frae Galla Water Glasgow Glasgow Collection glen grows bonnie wi gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie ilka Jamie Kenmure's Kilmarnock kiss laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mally's Mauchline maun monie Musical Museum nane ne'er Netherplace never night o'er Och-on owre Peggy printed in Cromek's rhyme Robin rue grows bonnie sing song occurs sparklin sweet tear tell thee Thomson thro thyme TUNE twa sparkling rogueish unco verses weary weel Whigs wife Willie win my love winna wither'd ye'll ye're young
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Страница 12 - 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! Let us do or die!
Страница 236 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ;...
Страница 8 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! 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' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Страница 11 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Страница 15 - Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that; The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Страница 16 - A man's a man for a' that : For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that ; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Tho' hundreds worship at his word. He's but a coof. for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Страница 72 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace — Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...
Страница 51 - 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 or saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said, amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison!
Страница 73 - The birds sang love on ev'ry spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Страница 59 - Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither! Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, Fair Lesley. The hearts o