The Heroines of Burns and Their Celebrating SongsAlexander Gardner, 1906 - 193 էջ |
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... 166 Song " O Wat ye Wha's in yon Town ? " - 166 JEANIE JAFFREY , - 169 Song " The Blue - e'ed Lassie , " 170 POLLY STEWART , 172 Song " Lovely Polly Stewart , " 172 PAGE JESSIE STAIG , 174 Song " Lovely Young Jessie 14 CONTENTS.
... 166 Song " O Wat ye Wha's in yon Town ? " - 166 JEANIE JAFFREY , - 169 Song " The Blue - e'ed Lassie , " 170 POLLY STEWART , 172 Song " Lovely Polly Stewart , " 172 PAGE JESSIE STAIG , 174 Song " Lovely Young Jessie 14 CONTENTS.
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Robert Ford. PAGE JESSIE STAIG , 174 Song " Lovely Young Jessie , " 174 DEBORAH DAVIES , 176 Songs- " Bonnie Wee Thing , " 177 " The Charms of Lovely Davies , " 178 ANNA PARK , 180 Song " The Gowden Locks of Anna , " - 181 MARIA RIDDELL ...
Robert Ford. PAGE JESSIE STAIG , 174 Song " Lovely Young Jessie , " 174 DEBORAH DAVIES , 176 Songs- " Bonnie Wee Thing , " 177 " The Charms of Lovely Davies , " 178 ANNA PARK , 180 Song " The Gowden Locks of Anna , " - 181 MARIA RIDDELL ...
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... Jessie Lewars , who nursed the poet on his deathbed , and to whom he addressed that tenderest of all his lyrics , " O wert thou in the cauld blast " ; and also with the other thirty and more women whose names he embalmed in song ...
... Jessie Lewars , who nursed the poet on his deathbed , and to whom he addressed that tenderest of all his lyrics , " O wert thou in the cauld blast " ; and also with the other thirty and more women whose names he embalmed in song ...
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... whom she survived- and evincing generally a mother's tender solicitude for her children , even although she had gone and left them behind her . Frail Polly ! JESSIE STAIG WHEN our poet set his muse the task POLLY STEWART 173.
... whom she survived- and evincing generally a mother's tender solicitude for her children , even although she had gone and left them behind her . Frail Polly ! JESSIE STAIG WHEN our poet set his muse the task POLLY STEWART 173.
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... Jessie , " written in 1793 , to celebrate Miss Jessie Staig , the daughter of the Provost of Dumfries , is a fair example . Jessie , doubtless , was an excellent girl , having grace and beauty , perhaps , of more than ordinary quality ...
... Jessie , " written in 1793 , to celebrate Miss Jessie Staig , the daughter of the Provost of Dumfries , is a fair example . Jessie , doubtless , was an excellent girl , having grace and beauty , perhaps , of more than ordinary quality ...
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Էջ 110 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Էջ 18 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Էջ 87 - 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...
Էջ 73 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Էջ 191 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Էջ 87 - 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
Էջ 87 - 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?
Էջ 87 - Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Էջ 28 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...
Էջ 87 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...