The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Svazek 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - Počet stran: 394 |
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... idea of pecuniary recompense - Remarks on songs ..... 92 Musical expression 96 88888 XXIX . Mr. T. to BURNS . XXX . BURNS to Mr. T. XXXI . BURNS to Mr. T. For Mr. Clarke ..... 97 with " Phillis the 98 fair " ... XXXII . Mr. T. to BURNS ...
... idea of pecuniary recompense - Remarks on songs ..... 92 Musical expression 96 88888 XXIX . Mr. T. to BURNS . XXX . BURNS to Mr. T. XXXI . BURNS to Mr. T. For Mr. Clarke ..... 97 with " Phillis the 98 fair " ... XXXII . Mr. T. to BURNS ...
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... ideas of songs and ballads . I own that your criticisms are just ; the songs you specify in your list have , all but one , the faults you remark in them ; but who shall mend the matter ? Who shall rise up and say - Go to , I will make a ...
... ideas of songs and ballads . I own that your criticisms are just ; the songs you specify in your list have , all but one , the faults you remark in them ; but who shall mend the matter ? Who shall rise up and say - Go to , I will make a ...
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... idea of the stanza best , but Lugar is the most agreeable modulation of syllables . I will soon give you a great many more remarks on this business ; but I have just now an opportu- nity of conveying you this scrawl , free of postage ...
... idea of the stanza best , but Lugar is the most agreeable modulation of syllables . I will soon give you a great many more remarks on this business ; but I have just now an opportu- nity of conveying you this scrawl , free of postage ...
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... idea of " Auld Rob Morris . " I have adopted the two first verses , and am going on with the song on a new plan , which promises pretty well . I take up one or another , just as the bee of the moment buzzes in my bonnet- lug ; and do ...
... idea of " Auld Rob Morris . " I have adopted the two first verses , and am going on with the song on a new plan , which promises pretty well . I take up one or another , just as the bee of the moment buzzes in my bonnet- lug ; and do ...
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... idea of both is borrowed from the old strain . Here is Wolcot's version : - LORD GREGORY . " Ah ope , Lord Gregory , thy door , A midnight wanderer sighs , Hard rush the rains , the tempests roar , And lightnings cleave the skies ...
... idea of both is borrowed from the old strain . Here is Wolcot's version : - LORD GREGORY . " Ah ope , Lord Gregory , thy door , A midnight wanderer sighs , Hard rush the rains , the tempests roar , And lightnings cleave the skies ...
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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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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'.