The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 страница |
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... wife's a win- some wee thing , " and " O saw ye bonnie Lesley ? " VI . BURNS to Mr. T. , with " Highland Mary " 22 VII . Mr. T. to BURNS . Thanks and critical observations VIII . BURNS to Mr. T. , with an additional stanza to " The Lea ...
... wife's a win- some wee thing , " and " O saw ye bonnie Lesley ? " VI . BURNS to Mr. T. , with " Highland Mary " 22 VII . Mr. T. to BURNS . Thanks and critical observations VIII . BURNS to Mr. T. , with an additional stanza to " The Lea ...
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... wife she dang me " . 66 Oh , wert thou in the cauld blast " .... L. Mr. T. to BURNS , 1794. Melancholy comparison between Burns and Car- lini Allan's sketch from " Cotter's Saturday night " LI . BURNS to Mr. T. Praise of David Allan ...
... wife she dang me " . 66 Oh , wert thou in the cauld blast " .... L. Mr. T. to BURNS , 1794. Melancholy comparison between Burns and Car- lini Allan's sketch from " Cotter's Saturday night " LI . BURNS to Mr. T. Praise of David Allan ...
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... her green mantle blithe nature arrays . 243 Now spring has clad the grove in green . Now rosy May comes in wi ' flowers 289 116 O ay my wife she dang me .. 171 291 O bonnie was yon rosy brier Oh I am come to the low countrie O ken 126.
... her green mantle blithe nature arrays . 243 Now spring has clad the grove in green . Now rosy May comes in wi ' flowers 289 116 O ay my wife she dang me .. 171 291 O bonnie was yon rosy brier Oh I am come to the low countrie O ken 126.
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... wife's a wanton wee thing , " if a few lines smooth and pretty can be adapted to it , it is all you can expect . The following were made extempore to it ; and though , on farther study , I might give you some- thing more profound , yet ...
... wife's a wanton wee thing , " if a few lines smooth and pretty can be adapted to it , it is all you can expect . The following were made extempore to it ; and though , on farther study , I might give you some- thing more profound , yet ...
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... wife o ' mine . IV . ' The warld's wrack we share o't , The warstle and the care o't ; Wi ' her I'll blythly bear it , And think my lot divine . I have just been looking over the " Collier's bonny Dochter ; " and if the following ...
... wife o ' mine . IV . ' The warld's wrack we share o't , The warstle and the care o't ; Wi ' her I'll blythly bear it , And think my lot divine . I have just been looking over the " Collier's bonny Dochter ; " and if the following ...
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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'.