The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 страница |
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... ...... LXV . BURNS to Mr. T. , with " O Philly , happy be that day " -Starting note " Con- tented wi ' little , and cantie wi ' mair " .... 196 198 201 211 213 221 227 230 No. LXVI . BURNs to Mr. T. , with " viii CONTENTS .
... ...... LXV . BURNS to Mr. T. , with " O Philly , happy be that day " -Starting note " Con- tented wi ' little , and cantie wi ' mair " .... 196 198 201 211 213 221 227 230 No. LXVI . BURNs to Mr. T. , with " viii CONTENTS .
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... mair Could aught of song declare my pains Deluded swain , the pleasure .. Does haughty Gaul invasion threat ?. Duncan Gray came here to woo Fairest maid on Devon banks Farewell thou stream that winding flows Forlorn , my love , no ...
... mair Could aught of song declare my pains Deluded swain , the pleasure .. Does haughty Gaul invasion threat ?. Duncan Gray came here to woo Fairest maid on Devon banks Farewell thou stream that winding flows Forlorn , my love , no ...
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... mair o't , Wi ' her I'll blithely bear it , And ne'er a word repine . You perceive , my dear Sir , I avail myself of the liberty , which you condescend to allow me , by speaking freely what I think . Be assured , it is not my ...
... mair o't , Wi ' her I'll blithely bear it , And ne'er a word repine . You perceive , my dear Sir , I avail myself of the liberty , which you condescend to allow me , by speaking freely what I think . Be assured , it is not my ...
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... mair of Rob Morris I never will hear . " The old song is sarcastic that of Burns is tender ; the tune and the starting lines seem only to have been present to his fancy , when he took up the subject of the daughter of Rob Morris . - ED ...
... mair of Rob Morris I never will hear . " The old song is sarcastic that of Burns is tender ; the tune and the starting lines seem only to have been present to his fancy , when he took up the subject of the daughter of Rob Morris . - ED ...
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... mair to my arms . IV . But if he's forgotten his faithfullest Nannie , O still flow between us , thou wide roaring main ; May I never see it , may I never trow it , But , dying , believe that my Willie's my ain ! I leave it to you , my ...
... mair to my arms . IV . But if he's forgotten his faithfullest Nannie , O still flow between us , thou wide roaring main ; May I never see it , may I never trow it , But , dying , believe that my Willie's my ain ! I leave it to you , my ...
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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!
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'?
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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.
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'.