The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Svazek 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - Počet stran: 394 |
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... Mary ? " .. 12 V. BURNS to Mr. T. , with " My 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 ...
... Mary ? " .. 12 V. BURNS to Mr. T. , with " My 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 ...
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... Mary , at thy window be ..... O mirk , mirk is this midnight hour ......... Oh , open the door , some pity to shew O Poortith cauld , and restless love ... O Philly , happy be that day Page 308 64 264 250 31 81 316 51 48 55 39 230 19 O ...
... Mary , at thy window be ..... O mirk , mirk is this midnight hour ......... Oh , open the door , some pity to shew O Poortith cauld , and restless love ... O Philly , happy be that day Page 308 64 264 250 31 81 316 51 48 55 39 230 19 O ...
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... MARY CAMPBELL . I. Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary , And leave auld Scotia's shore ? Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary , Across th ' Atlantic's roar ? II . O sweet grows the lime and the orange SONGS AND CORRESPONDENCE . 15 "Will ye ...
... MARY CAMPBELL . I. Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary , And leave auld Scotia's shore ? Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary , Across th ' Atlantic's roar ? II . O sweet grows the lime and the orange SONGS AND CORRESPONDENCE . 15 "Will ye ...
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... Mary , I hae sworn by the Heavens to be true ; And sae may the Heavens forget me When I forget my vow ! IV . O plight me your faith , my Mary , And plight me your lily white hand ; O plight me your faith , my Mary , Before I leave ...
... Mary , I hae sworn by the Heavens to be true ; And sae may the Heavens forget me When I forget my vow ! IV . O plight me your faith , my Mary , And plight me your lily white hand ; O plight me your faith , my Mary , Before I leave ...
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... and to the point ; and the editor must continue to believe that Burns mounted his horse , though it has pleased Mr. Findlater to say otherwise . - ED . ] No. VI . BURNS TO G. THOMSON . HIGHLAND MARY SONGS AND CORRESPONDENCE . 21.
... and to the point ; and the editor must continue to believe that Burns mounted his horse , though it has pleased Mr. Findlater to say otherwise . - ED . ] No. VI . BURNS TO G. THOMSON . HIGHLAND MARY SONGS AND CORRESPONDENCE . 21.
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Strana 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...
Strana 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',
Strana 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!
Strana 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'?
Strana 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
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 138 - And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Strana 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
Strana 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'.