The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 страница |
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... favourite daughter , " It is to be regretted that none of these letters are now in existence . After Mary's death , her father disliked all allusions to her or to her lover ; and when Burns wrote a moving letter , requesting some ...
... favourite daughter , " It is to be regretted that none of these letters are now in existence . After Mary's death , her father disliked all allusions to her or to her lover ; and when Burns wrote a moving letter , requesting some ...
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... favourite , from its lively air and clever words : Wilkie made one of his best pictures out of these lines : - " Maggie coost her head fu ' high , Look'd asklent and unco skeigh , Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha ha ! the wooing o't ...
... favourite , from its lively air and clever words : Wilkie made one of his best pictures out of these lines : - " Maggie coost her head fu ' high , Look'd asklent and unco skeigh , Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha ha ! the wooing o't ...
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... favourite songs of the plaintive or pastoral kind will be joined the delicate accom- paniments , & c . , of Pleyel . To those of the comic and humorous class , I think accompaniments scarcely necessary ; they are chiefly fitted for the ...
... favourite songs of the plaintive or pastoral kind will be joined the delicate accom- paniments , & c . , of Pleyel . To those of the comic and humorous class , I think accompaniments scarcely necessary ; they are chiefly fitted for the ...
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... favourite , as it well might : - -- " By Logan streams that rin sae deep , Fu ' aft wi ' glee I've herded sheep : I've herded sheep , or gathered slaes , Wi ' my dear lad on Logan braes . But waes my heart thae days are gane , And fu ...
... favourite , as it well might : - -- " By Logan streams that rin sae deep , Fu ' aft wi ' glee I've herded sheep : I've herded sheep , or gathered slaes , Wi ' my dear lad on Logan braes . But waes my heart thae days are gane , And fu ...
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... favourites with birds : the odour of their blossoms is unpleasing to the musicians of the air , and they seldom build in them or seek them out as a shelter . Tradition has many verses , some tender , others ludicrous , which I have ...
... favourites with birds : the odour of their blossoms is unpleasing to the musicians of the air , and they seldom build in them or seek them out as a shelter . Tradition has many verses , some tender , others ludicrous , which I have ...
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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'.