The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 3W. Pickering, 1839 - 319 страница |
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... luckless hour , Made me the thrall o ' care . O had my fate been Greenland snows Or Afric's burning zone , Wi ' man and nature leagu'd my foes , So Peggy ne'er I'd known ! The wretch whase doom is , " Hope nae mair OF BURNS . 19.
... luckless hour , Made me the thrall o ' care . O had my fate been Greenland snows Or Afric's burning zone , Wi ' man and nature leagu'd my foes , So Peggy ne'er I'd known ! The wretch whase doom is , " Hope nae mair OF BURNS . 19.
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... Peggy Alison ! ILK care and fear , when thou art near , I ever mair defy them , O ; Young Kings upon their hansel ... Peggy Alison , Mr. Allan Cunningham was informed , was who will be again mentioned . ་ ་ Montgomery's Peggy , " . " ON ...
... Peggy Alison ! ILK care and fear , when thou art near , I ever mair defy them , O ; Young Kings upon their hansel ... Peggy Alison , Mr. Allan Cunningham was informed , was who will be again mentioned . ་ ་ Montgomery's Peggy , " . " ON ...
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... my home . These verses , which are printed in Cromek's Reliques , were probably written on Highland Mary , on the eve of the Poet's intended departure to the West Indies . YOUNG PEGGY . + TUNE LAST TIME I CAM O'ER 44 THE POEMS.
... my home . These verses , which are printed in Cromek's Reliques , were probably written on Highland Mary , on the eve of the Poet's intended departure to the West Indies . YOUNG PEGGY . + TUNE LAST TIME I CAM O'ER 44 THE POEMS.
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... Peggy's foe , Such sweetness would relent her , As blooming Spring unbends the brow Of surly , savage Winter . This song is printed in Cromek's Reliques . Young Peggy was " Montgomery's Peggy " elsewhere mentioned . Detraction's eye no ...
... Peggy's foe , Such sweetness would relent her , As blooming Spring unbends the brow Of surly , savage Winter . This song is printed in Cromek's Reliques . Young Peggy was " Montgomery's Peggy " elsewhere mentioned . Detraction's eye no ...
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... Peggy . When o'er the hill beat surly storms , And winter nights were dark and rainy ; I'd seek some dell , and in my arms I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy . The name of the fair lass celebrated in this song , as well as in " Bonnie ...
... Peggy . When o'er the hill beat surly storms , And winter nights were dark and rainy ; I'd seek some dell , and in my arms I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy . The name of the fair lass celebrated in this song , as well as in " Bonnie ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Allan Cunningham says amang auld lang syne ballad Balmaghie Bannocks 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 soger song occurs sparklin sweet tear tell thee Thomson thro thyme TUNE twa sparkling rogueish unco verses weary weel Whigs wife Willie winna wither'd ye'll ye're young
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Страница 12 - 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 20 - 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 19 - 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 15 - 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 11 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Страница 55 - 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 77 - 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 76 - O Mary ! dear departed shade ! "Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love?