The Poetical WorksKing, 1865 - Počet stran: 500 |
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... leave me thus , my Katie Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west .... Come boat me o'er , come row me o'er Come let me take thee to my breast Coming through the rye ... ........ 25 26 197 ...... 28 29 30 ib . 21 35 162 ........ 36 141 ...
... leave me thus , my Katie Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west .... Come boat me o'er , come row me o'er Come let me take thee to my breast Coming through the rye ... ........ 25 26 197 ...... 28 29 30 ib . 21 35 162 ........ 36 141 ...
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... the star of hope she leaves him ? Me , nae cheerfu ' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me . I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy , Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love 2 THE SONGS OF.
... the star of hope she leaves him ? Me , nae cheerfu ' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me . I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy , Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love 2 THE SONGS OF.
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... leaves bedew'd , Awake the early morning . So thou , dear bird , young Jeany fair ! On trembling string or vocal air , Shall sweetly pay the tender care That tends thy early morning . So thou , sweet rose - bud , young and gay , Shalt ...
... leaves bedew'd , Awake the early morning . So thou , dear bird , young Jeany fair ! On trembling string or vocal air , Shall sweetly pay the tender care That tends thy early morning . So thou , sweet rose - bud , young and gay , Shalt ...
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... leave this humble state For a ' the pride of a ' the great ? Amid their flaring , idle toys , Amid their cumbrous , dinsome joys , Can they the peace and pleasure feel Of Bessy at her spinning - wheel ? BLOOMING NELLY . TUNE - On a Bank ...
... leave this humble state For a ' the pride of a ' the great ? Amid their flaring , idle toys , Amid their cumbrous , dinsome joys , Can they the peace and pleasure feel Of Bessy at her spinning - wheel ? BLOOMING NELLY . TUNE - On a Bank ...
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... leave to tyrants and their slaves ; Give me the stream that sweetly laves The banks by Castle - Gordon . Spicy forests , ever gay , Shading from the burning ray Hapless wretches sold to toil , Or the ruthless native's way , Bent on ...
... leave to tyrants and their slaves ; Give me the stream that sweetly laves The banks by Castle - Gordon . Spicy forests , ever gay , Shading from the burning ray Hapless wretches sold to toil , Or the ruthless native's way , Bent on ...
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AE FOND KISS ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne awa wi banks birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blink blooming blythe bonnie blue bonnie lad bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast charms CHORUS claut Collier Laddie danc'd awa dearest dearie deil's awa dewy e'en e'er fair Farewell Fête Champêtre flowers frae Gala Water glen green grows bonnie wi hame heart Here's a health Highland lassie ilka John Barleycorn Kenmure's kiss loes love thee lover luve maun mony morning nae mair Nancy ne'er never night o'er Och-on parcel of rogues Peggy's Phillis pleasure rove rue grows bonnie siller simmer sing smile snaw sparklin sweet sweetly syne tear thine thou hast thro thyme TUNE-The twa glancin wander weary wee thing weel Whigs wife wild Willie wind wither'd ye'll yon town young young Jessie
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Strana 104 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Strana 21 - See the front o' battle lour: See approach proud Edward's power, — Chains and slaverie! 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?
Strana 193 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest-? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Strana 40 - 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
Strana 93 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Strana 7 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Strana 34 - DUNCAN GRAY cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd; Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleer't and blin', Spak o' lowpin' o'er a linn ; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Strana 94 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go...
Strana 41 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a
Strana 119 - 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'.