 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...  The Songs of Robert Burns - Страница 171написао/ла Robert Burns - 1863 - 319 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Robert Burns - 1800 - 460 страница
...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blythly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Mori son. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1806 - 450 страница
...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blythly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure,...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' Tho' this... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 354 страница
...despairing, Than aught in the world beside — Jessy ! " The conclusion of the other is as follows. " Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed...thee my Fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed and said... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 338 страница
...beside — Jessy!" The conclusion of the other is as follows. " Yestreen, when to the tremblingwstring The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took us wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1822 - 232 страница
...my fame up with a shriek, like dames Who dread to soil their slippers. MAY MORISON enters singing. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed...my fancy took its wing : I sat, but neither heard nor saw. (.Dresses her.) Eh ! help me, madam, you 've a martial look ; The bonnet fits you rarely —... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 418 страница
...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure,...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... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 страница
...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bid the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure,...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... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 страница
...frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gacd through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, hut neither heard nor saw: Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1829 - 388 страница
...glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor. How blythely wad I byde the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison ! Yestreen, when to the stented string The dance gaed through the lichtit ha', To thee my fancy took its wing — I sat, but... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1829 - 414 страница
...dance gaed through the lichtit ha', To thee my fancy took its wing — I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast o' a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', Ye are na Mary Morison. O, Mary, canst thou wreck... | |
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