The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 страница |
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... night " LI . BURNS to Mr. T. Praise of David Allan- " Banks of Cree " .. LII . BURNS to Mr. T. Pleyel in France- " Here , where the Scottish Muse im- mortal lives , " presented to Miss Graham , of Fintray , with a copy of Mr. Thomson's ...
... night " LI . BURNS to Mr. T. Praise of David Allan- " Banks of Cree " .. LII . BURNS to Mr. T. Pleyel in France- " Here , where the Scottish Muse im- mortal lives , " presented to Miss Graham , of Fintray , with a copy of Mr. Thomson's ...
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... night " - " Let no woman e'er complain " - " The Lover's morning salute to his mistress " . LXI . Mr. T. to BURNS . Wishes he knew the inspiring Fair One - Ritson's historical essay not interesting -- Allan - Maggie Lauder ....... LXII ...
... night " - " Let no woman e'er complain " - " The Lover's morning salute to his mistress " . LXI . Mr. T. to BURNS . Wishes he knew the inspiring Fair One - Ritson's historical essay not interesting -- Allan - Maggie Lauder ....... LXII ...
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... Night . " LXXVI . BURNS to Mr. T. , with " How cruel are the parents , " and " Mark yon- der pomp of costly fashion " ..... .. .. LXXVII . BURNS to Mr. T. Thanks for Allan's designs ...... LXXVIII . BURNS to Mr. T. ..... 280 281 284 ...
... Night . " LXXVI . BURNS to Mr. T. , with " How cruel are the parents , " and " Mark yon- der pomp of costly fashion " ..... .. .. LXXVII . BURNS to Mr. T. Thanks for Allan's designs ...... LXXVIII . BURNS to Mr. T. ..... 280 281 284 ...
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... night .. 204 Husband , husband , cease your strife 159 Is there , for honest poverty 258 It was the 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 ...
... night .. 204 Husband , husband , cease your strife 159 Is there , for honest poverty 258 It was the 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 ...
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... Night ; " and , for the honour of Caledonia , I would fain hope he may be induced to take up the pen . If so , we shall be enabled to present the public with a collection , infi- nitely more interesting than any that has yet appeared ...
... Night ; " and , for the honour of Caledonia , I would fain hope he may be induced to take up the pen . If so , we shall be enabled to present the public with a collection , infi- nitely more interesting than any that has yet appeared ...
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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 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
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