The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Svazek 3W. Pickering, 1839 - Počet stran: 319 |
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... kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance , That dwelt on me sae kindly ! And mould'ring now in silent dust , That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary . AULD LANG ...
... kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance , That dwelt on me sae kindly ! And mould'ring now in silent dust , That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary . AULD LANG ...
Strana 39
... own autograph . Gilbert Burns , however , in a letter to Mr. Cromek , in Fe- bruary , 1809 , expressed a doubt as to their having been written by his brother . I'LL KISS THEE YET . || TUNE THE BRAES O OF BURNS . 69 39.
... own autograph . Gilbert Burns , however , in a letter to Mr. Cromek , in Fe- bruary , 1809 , expressed a doubt as to their having been written by his brother . I'LL KISS THEE YET . || TUNE THE BRAES O OF BURNS . 69 39.
Strana 40
... kiss thee yet , yet , An ' I'll kiss thee o'er again , An ' I'll kiss thee yet , yet , My bonnie Peggy Alison ! ILK care and fear , when thou art near , I ever mair defy them , O ; Young Kings upon their hansel throne Are no sae blest ...
... kiss thee yet , yet , An ' I'll kiss thee o'er again , An ' I'll kiss thee yet , yet , My bonnie Peggy Alison ! ILK care and fear , when thou art near , I ever mair defy them , O ; Young Kings upon their hansel throne Are no sae blest ...
Strana 65
... kiss'd her rival breast ; He gaz'd , he wish'd , he fear'd , he blush'd , His bosom ill at rest . Her robes , light waving in the breeze , Her tender limbs embrace ! Her lovely form , her native ease , All harmony and grace ! such a ...
... kiss'd her rival breast ; He gaz'd , he wish'd , he fear'd , he blush'd , His bosom ill at rest . Her robes , light waving in the breeze , Her tender limbs embrace ! Her lovely form , her native ease , All harmony and grace ! such a ...
Strana 66
... kiss he stole ; He gaz'd , he wish'd , he fear'd , he blush'd , And sigh'd his very soul . As flies the partridge from the brake , On fear - inspired wings ; So Nelly , starting , half awake , Away affrighted springs : But Willie follow ...
... kiss he stole ; He gaz'd , he wish'd , he fear'd , he blush'd , And sigh'd his very soul . As flies the partridge from the brake , On fear - inspired wings ; So Nelly , starting , half awake , Away affrighted springs : But Willie follow ...
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Strana 16 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!
Strana 240 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ;...
Strana 12 - 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!
Strana 20 - A man's a man for a' that : For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that ; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Tho' hundreds worship at his word. He's but a coof. for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Strana 19 - 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 15 - 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 11 - 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
Strana 55 - 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, 1 sigh'd, and said, amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison!
Strana 77 - The birds sang love on ev'ry spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Strana 76 - O 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 hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love?