The British Poets, Том 2Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... wander there . In an evening of early sum- mer , Miss Wilhelmina Alexander , the sister of the new laird , walking out along the braes after dinner , encountered a plain - looking man in rustic attire , who appeared to be musing , with ...
... wander there . In an evening of early sum- mer , Miss Wilhelmina Alexander , the sister of the new laird , walking out along the braes after dinner , encountered a plain - looking man in rustic attire , who appeared to be musing , with ...
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... wandering in the lonely wild : But woman , Nature's darling child ! There all her charms she does compile : Even there her other works are foiled By the bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Oh , had she been a country maid , And I the happy ...
... wandering in the lonely wild : But woman , Nature's darling child ! There all her charms she does compile : Even there her other works are foiled By the bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Oh , had she been a country maid , And I the happy ...
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... wander by yon grave , Three volleys let his memory crave O ' pouther and lead , Till Echo answer frae her cave , Tam Samson's dead ! Heaven rest his saul , where'er he be ! Is th ' wish o ' monie mae than me ; - nonsense He had twa ...
... wander by yon grave , Three volleys let his memory crave O ' pouther and lead , Till Echo answer frae her cave , Tam Samson's dead ! Heaven rest his saul , where'er he be ! Is th ' wish o ' monie mae than me ; - nonsense He had twa ...
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... wander , pressed with care , Along the lonely banks of Ayr . The Autumn mourns her ripening corn , By early Winter's ravage torn ; Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly ; Chill runs my blood to hear it rave I ...
... wander , pressed with care , Along the lonely banks of Ayr . The Autumn mourns her ripening corn , By early Winter's ravage torn ; Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly ; Chill runs my blood to hear it rave I ...
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... wandering roam , Though rigid law cries out , ' Twas just ! Wild beats my heart to trace your steps , Whose ancestors , in days of yore , Through hostile ranks and ruined gaps Old Scotia's bloody lion bore . Even I who sing in rustic ...
... wandering roam , Though rigid law cries out , ' Twas just ! Wild beats my heart to trace your steps , Whose ancestors , in days of yore , Through hostile ranks and ruined gaps Old Scotia's bloody lion bore . Even I who sing in rustic ...
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Allan Cunningham amang Auchtertyre auld auld lang syne banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blithe bonny lasses bosom braes BRIG bright Burns Burns's Captain Riddel Castle-Gordon charms Clarinda Craigdarroch dance dear death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Exciseman fair Farewell fate fear Fête Champêtre flowers frae Glen Glenriddel grace Grose hame heart Heaven Highland hills honest honoured Igo and ago Jamie John Johnson's Museum lassie Lon'on Lord Mauchline maun meikle monie morning mourn Muse nae mair naebody ne'er never night Nith o'er owre Peggy's pleasure poem poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing song soul Strathspey sweet tear thee There's thou TUNE unco verses wander waur weel Whigs whistle wild Willie wind woods worth ye'll
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Страница 192 - 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 kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
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Страница 248 - Tarn had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tarn lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Страница 227 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here : My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Страница 255 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Страница 252 - Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft ; Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They...
Страница 247 - An' getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame ; Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tarn o...
Страница 251 - Nae cotillion brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick, in shape o...
Страница 153 - Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready; The shouts o...
Страница 221 - John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...