The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 страница |
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... alter ex- cept where I myself , at least , think that I amend . As to any remuneration , you may think my songs either above or below price ; for they shall abso- lutely be the one or the other . In the honest enthu- siasm with which I ...
... alter ex- cept where I myself , at least , think that I amend . As to any remuneration , you may think my songs either above or below price ; for they shall abso- lutely be the one or the other . In the honest enthu- siasm with which I ...
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... alter it : " Behind yon hills where Lugar flows . " Girvan is the name of the river that suits the idea of the stanza best , but Lugar is the most agreeable modulation of syllables . I will soon give you a great many more remarks on ...
... alter it : " Behind yon hills where Lugar flows . " Girvan is the name of the river that suits the idea of the stanza best , but Lugar is the most agreeable modulation of syllables . I will soon give you a great many more remarks on ...
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... alter " Bonnie Lesley . " You are right , the word " Alexander makes the line a little uncouth , but I think the thought is pretty . Of Alexander , beyond all other heroes , it may be said , in the sublime language of Scripture , that ...
... alter " Bonnie Lesley . " You are right , the word " Alexander makes the line a little uncouth , but I think the thought is pretty . Of Alexander , beyond all other heroes , it may be said , in the sublime language of Scripture , that ...
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... alter'd voice , quoth I , sweet lass , Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom , O ! happy , happy may he be That ' s dearest to thy bosom : My purse is light , I've far to gang , And fain wad be thy lodger ; I've serv'd my king and country ...
... alter'd voice , quoth I , sweet lass , Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom , O ! happy , happy may he be That ' s dearest to thy bosom : My purse is light , I've far to gang , And fain wad be thy lodger ; I've serv'd my king and country ...
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... alter the name nis . " Were there ever such banns published as a purpose of marriage between Adonis and Mary ? I agree with you that my song , " There's nought but Care on every Hand , " is much superior to " Poor- tith cauld . " The ...
... alter the name nis . " Were there ever such banns published as a purpose of marriage between Adonis and Mary ? I agree with you that my song , " There's nought but Care on every Hand , " is much superior to " Poor- tith cauld . " The ...
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ae night Allan Allan Ramsay alter anither auld lang syne Auld Rob Morris ballad beautiful bonnie bosom braw BURNS TO G Caledonia charming Chloe Chloris Clarke composed dear Sir dearie Dumfries Ecclefechan Edinburgh eyes fair fancy favourite flowers frae give hame heart heaven Here's a health heroine Highland Mary honour jacobite Jeanie lady lass lassie Lesley letter lines lo'e Logan braes Lord Gregory lover lyric mair maun melodies merit Mill muse ne'er never Nith o'er old song Phely Phillis pleased Pleyel Poet poetry Rob Morris Robert Burns Robin Adair Saw ye Scotland Scots Scottish songs sentiment simplicity sing sodger stanzas suit sung sweet syne taste tender thee THOMSON TO BURNS thro tune verses wander wee thing whistle wild Willie wooing o't words young Jessie
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Страница 22 - 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' 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...
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, I sigh'd, and said amang them a',
Страница 22 - 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 122 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha s>ae 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 260 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Страница 276 - Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume ; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan, Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom. Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk lowly unseen : For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers. A listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean. Tho...
Страница 156 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Страница 138 - And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Страница 52 - O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace Wha for thy sake wad gladly dee ? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ; A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Страница 172 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw. Thy bield l should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.