The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Svazek 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - Počet stran: 394 |
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... ladies ' lips than words rough and hissing . It is nevertheless certain that language at once emphatic and harmonious is not easily summoned into lyric verse ; and it is quite as true that , in substituting a melodious for a harsher ...
... ladies ' lips than words rough and hissing . It is nevertheless certain that language at once emphatic and harmonious is not easily summoned into lyric verse ; and it is quite as true that , in substituting a melodious for a harsher ...
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... lady : The Laird was a widdiefu ' , bleerit knurl ; She's left the guid - fellow and ta'en the churl . III . The Miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving ; The Laird did address her wi ' matter mair moving , A fine pacing horse wi ...
... lady : The Laird was a widdiefu ' , bleerit knurl ; She's left the guid - fellow and ta'en the churl . III . The Miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving ; The Laird did address her wi ' matter mair moving , A fine pacing horse wi ...
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... it is not quite a lady's song . I inclose an altered , not amended , copy for you , if you choose to set the tune to it , and let the Irish verses follow . Mr. Erskine's songs are all pretty , but his " SONGS AND CORRESPONDENCE . 69.
... it is not quite a lady's song . I inclose an altered , not amended , copy for you , if you choose to set the tune to it , and let the Irish verses follow . Mr. Erskine's songs are all pretty , but his " SONGS AND CORRESPONDENCE . 69.
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... lady whom I attempted to celebrate in the verses , " Poortith cauld and restless love . " At any rate , my other song , " Green grow the Rashes , " will never suit . That song is current in Scotland under the old title , and to the ...
... lady whom I attempted to celebrate in the verses , " Poortith cauld and restless love . " At any rate , my other song , " Green grow the Rashes , " will never suit . That song is current in Scotland under the old title , and to the ...
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... ladies of the first fashion here . If you do not like the air enough to give it a place in your collection , please return it . The song you may keep , as I remem- ber it . BONNIE JEAN . I. There was a lass , and she was fair , At kirk ...
... ladies of the first fashion here . If you do not like the air enough to give it a place in your collection , please return it . The song you may keep , as I remem- ber it . BONNIE JEAN . I. There was a lass , and she was fair , At kirk ...
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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'.