The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 3W. Pickering, 1839 - 319 страница |
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... soul , When Nature all is sad like me ! And maun I still on Menie doat , And bear the scorn that's in her e'e ? For it's jet , jet black , an ' it's like a hawk , An ' it winna let a body be . " HIGHLAND MARY . † TUNE KATHARINE OGIE ...
... soul , When Nature all is sad like me ! And maun I still on Menie doat , And bear the scorn that's in her e'e ? For it's jet , jet black , an ' it's like a hawk , An ' it winna let a body be . " HIGHLAND MARY . † TUNE KATHARINE OGIE ...
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... soul . You know I am an enthusiast in old Scotch songs - I shall give you the verses on the other sheet - Light be the turf on the breast of the heaven - inspired Poet , who composed this glorious fragment . " In September , 1793 ...
... soul . You know I am an enthusiast in old Scotch songs - I shall give you the verses on the other sheet - Light be the turf on the breast of the heaven - inspired Poet , who composed this glorious fragment . " In September , 1793 ...
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... soul with care ; But , ah ! how bootless to admire , When fated to despair ! Yet in thy presence , lovely fair , To hope may be forgiven ; For sure , ' twere impious to despair So much in sight of heaven . + Burns inserted this song in ...
... soul with care ; But , ah ! how bootless to admire , When fated to despair ! Yet in thy presence , lovely fair , To hope may be forgiven ; For sure , ' twere impious to despair So much in sight of heaven . + Burns inserted this song in ...
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... soul , The measur'd time is run ! The wretch beneath the dreary pole So marks his latest sun . To what dark cave of frozen night ' Shall poor Sylvander hie ; Depriv'd of thee , his life and light , The sun of all his joy ? We part - but ...
... soul , The measur'd time is run ! The wretch beneath the dreary pole So marks his latest sun . To what dark cave of frozen night ' Shall poor Sylvander hie ; Depriv'd of thee , his life and light , The sun of all his joy ? We part - but ...
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... soul ! For absolutely in my breast . She reigns without control . Fal lal de ral , & c . YOUNG JOCKEY . * YOUNG Jockey was the blithest lad In a ' our town or here awa ; Fu ' blithe he whistled at the gaud , † Fu ' lightly danc'd he in ...
... soul ! For absolutely in my breast . She reigns without control . Fal lal de ral , & c . YOUNG JOCKEY . * YOUNG Jockey was the blithest lad In a ' our town or here awa ; Fu ' blithe he whistled at the gaud , † Fu ' lightly danc'd he in ...
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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 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'?
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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?