The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Svazek 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - Počet stran: 394 |
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... Wishes that the national music may preserve its native features ........ Page 71 72 75 XXIII . Mr. T. to BURNS . Thanks and ob- servations ....... 76 XXIV . BURNS to Mr. T. , with " ' Blithe hae I been on yon hill ” . 78 " O gin 81 ...
... Wishes that the national music may preserve its native features ........ Page 71 72 75 XXIII . Mr. T. to BURNS . Thanks and ob- servations ....... 76 XXIV . BURNS to Mr. T. , with " ' Blithe hae I been on yon hill ” . 78 " O gin 81 ...
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... Wishes he knew the inspiring Fair One - Ritson's historical essay not interesting -- Allan - Maggie Lauder ....... LXII . BURNS to Mr. T. Has begun his Anec- dotes , & c . " My Chloris , mark how green the groves " -Love- " It was the ...
... Wishes he knew the inspiring Fair One - Ritson's historical essay not interesting -- Allan - Maggie Lauder ....... LXII . BURNS to Mr. T. Has begun his Anec- dotes , & c . " My Chloris , mark how green the groves " -Love- " It was the ...
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... wish for correct melodies , delicate accompaniments , or characteristic verses.— -We will esteem your poetical assistance a particular favour , besides paying any reasonable price you shall please to demand for it . Profit is quite a ...
... wish for correct melodies , delicate accompaniments , or characteristic verses.— -We will esteem your poetical assistance a particular favour , besides paying any reasonable price you shall please to demand for it . Profit is quite a ...
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... wish to confine you to English verses : you shall freely be allowed a sprinkling of your native tongue , as you elegantly express it ; and , moreover , we will patiently wait your own time . One thing only I beg , which is , that ...
... wish to confine you to English verses : you shall freely be allowed a sprinkling of your native tongue , as you elegantly express it ; and , moreover , we will patiently wait your own time . One thing only I beg , which is , that ...
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... with equal frankness . My wish is , not to stand aloof , the uncomplying bigot of opiniâtreté , but cordially to join issue with you in the furtherance of the work . No. V. BURNS TO G. THOMSON . November 8th , 16 THE WORKS OF ROBERT BURNS .
... with equal frankness . My wish is , not to stand aloof , the uncomplying bigot of opiniâtreté , but cordially to join issue with you in the furtherance of the work . No. V. BURNS TO G. THOMSON . November 8th , 16 THE WORKS OF ROBERT BURNS .
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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'.