The Songs of England and Scotland, Svazek 2J. Cochrane, 1835 - Počet stran: 675 |
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Strana xii
... fair , ' Or yet in ' to ane snood was knet . · ' Qu ' har I was wont to dance and sing ; ' A ' mang my marrows mak repair- Now am I put furth of the ring , For fadit is my yellow hair . My kirtill was of lincu'm green , ' Weill lacit ...
... fair , ' Or yet in ' to ane snood was knet . · ' Qu ' har I was wont to dance and sing ; ' A ' mang my marrows mak repair- Now am I put furth of the ring , For fadit is my yellow hair . My kirtill was of lincu'm green , ' Weill lacit ...
Strana xxvi
... fair cruel May . DAM . PHIL . O how strange these words I find ! Yet to satisfy my mind , DAM . Shepherd , without mocking me , Have I any love from thee ? Like to what , good shepherd , say ? Like to thee , fair cruel May . PHIL ...
... fair cruel May . DAM . PHIL . O how strange these words I find ! Yet to satisfy my mind , DAM . Shepherd , without mocking me , Have I any love from thee ? Like to what , good shepherd , say ? Like to thee , fair cruel May . PHIL ...
Strana xxvii
... fair cruel May . PHIL . Learn I pray this , like to thee , DAM . And say , I love as I do me . PHIL . DAM . Alas ! I do not love myself , For I'm split on beauty's shelf . Like to what , good shepherd , say ? Like to thee , fair cruel ...
... fair cruel May . PHIL . Learn I pray this , like to thee , DAM . And say , I love as I do me . PHIL . DAM . Alas ! I do not love myself , For I'm split on beauty's shelf . Like to what , good shepherd , say ? Like to thee , fair cruel ...
Strana 12
Fair fa ' the goodwife , and send her good sale , She gi'es us white bannocks to drink wi ' her ale , Syne if her tippeny chance be sma ' , We'll tak a good scour o't , and ca ' it awa ' . Todlin hame , todlin hame , As round as a neep ...
Fair fa ' the goodwife , and send her good sale , She gi'es us white bannocks to drink wi ' her ale , Syne if her tippeny chance be sma ' , We'll tak a good scour o't , and ca ' it awa ' . Todlin hame , todlin hame , As round as a neep ...
Strana 15
... FAIR . SIR ROBERT AYTON . I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair , And I might have gone near to love thee ; Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak had power to move thee But I can let thee now alone , As worthy to be ...
... FAIR . SIR ROBERT AYTON . I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair , And I might have gone near to love thee ; Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak had power to move thee But I can let thee now alone , As worthy to be ...
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Strana 290 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Strana 274 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Strana 234 - 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, O!
Strana 219 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Strana 293 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand. And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Strana 244 - THAT AND A' THAT Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a
Strana 301 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Strana 275 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Strana 256 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae 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', Let him follow me!
Strana 275 - While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.