The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 страница |
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... charming month of May " - " Lassie wi ' the lint - white locks " . LXIII . BURNS to Mr. T. " Farewell thou stream " Miller - Clarke - The black keys- Difficulty of tracing the origin of an- cient airs ...... LXIV . Mr. T. to BURNS ...
... charming month of May " - " Lassie wi ' the lint - white locks " . LXIII . BURNS to Mr. T. " Farewell thou stream " Miller - Clarke - The black keys- Difficulty of tracing the origin of an- cient airs ...... LXIV . Mr. T. to BURNS ...
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... charming month of May 216 It was a ' for our rightfu ' king 167 Lassie wi ' the lint - white locks 217 Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen 300 Let not woman e'er complain 206 Long , long the night 275 Mark yonder pomp of costly ...
... charming month of May 216 It was a ' for our rightfu ' king 167 Lassie wi ' the lint - white locks 217 Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen 300 Let not woman e'er complain 206 Long , long the night 275 Mark yonder pomp of costly ...
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... charming melodies are united to mere nonsense and doggrel , while others are accommodated with rhymes so loose and indeli- cate , as cannot be sung in decent company . To remove this reproach would be an easy task to the author of the ...
... charming melodies are united to mere nonsense and doggrel , while others are accommodated with rhymes so loose and indeli- cate , as cannot be sung in decent company . To remove this reproach would be an easy task to the author of the ...
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... charming delicacy which forms the most precious dowry of our daughters . I do not conceive the song to be the most proper vehicle for witty and brilliant conceits : simplicity , I believe , should be its prominent feature ; but , in ...
... charming delicacy which forms the most precious dowry of our daughters . I do not conceive the song to be the most proper vehicle for witty and brilliant conceits : simplicity , I believe , should be its prominent feature ; but , in ...
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... charming Ayrshire girl , Miss Lesley Baillie ( afterwards Mrs. Cuming , of Logie ) , as she passed through this place to England , will suit your taste better than the " Collier Lassie , " - fall on and welcome : - BONNIE LESLEY . I. O ...
... charming Ayrshire girl , Miss Lesley Baillie ( afterwards Mrs. Cuming , of Logie ) , as she passed through this place to England , will suit your taste better than the " Collier Lassie , " - fall on and welcome : - BONNIE LESLEY . I. O ...
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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 - 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!
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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.
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