The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... There was a Lass Phillis the Fair .......... . ..... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream . Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad ... Deluded Swain Thine am I ......... Husband , Husband , cease your Strife Wilt thou be ...
... There was a Lass Phillis the Fair .......... . ..... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream . Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad ... Deluded Swain Thine am I ......... Husband , Husband , cease your Strife Wilt thou be ...
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... There was a Lass Phillis the Fair 62 ......... 62 63 ....... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad .. Deluded Swain Thine am I Husband , Husband , cease your Strife Wilt thou be my ...
... There was a Lass Phillis the Fair 62 ......... 62 63 ....... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad .. Deluded Swain Thine am I Husband , Husband , cease your Strife Wilt thou be my ...
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... There's a Youth in this City 132 My Heart's in the Highlands 133 The rantin Dog the Daddie o't 134 I do confess thou art sae fair ... Yon wild mossy Mountains 135 135 Wha is that at my Bower Door ... 136 Tho ' cruel Fate 137 Fare thee ...
... There's a Youth in this City 132 My Heart's in the Highlands 133 The rantin Dog the Daddie o't 134 I do confess thou art sae fair ... Yon wild mossy Mountains 135 135 Wha is that at my Bower Door ... 136 Tho ' cruel Fate 137 Fare thee ...
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... There was a Lad Imitation of an old Jacobite Song . To Mary Mary Morison . Wild War's deadly Blast ... My Father was a Farmer .......... A Mother's Lament for the Death of her Son ... Amang the Trees Bonnie Lesley On Sensibility ...
... There was a Lad Imitation of an old Jacobite Song . To Mary Mary Morison . Wild War's deadly Blast ... My Father was a Farmer .......... A Mother's Lament for the Death of her Son ... Amang the Trees Bonnie Lesley On Sensibility ...
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... There keen Indignation shall dart on her prey , Which spurning Contempt shall redeem from his ire . The Epitaph . HERE lies , now a prey to insulting neglect , What once was a butterfly , gay in life's beam : Want only of wisdom denied ...
... There keen Indignation shall dart on her prey , Which spurning Contempt shall redeem from his ire . The Epitaph . HERE lies , now a prey to insulting neglect , What once was a butterfly , gay in life's beam : Want only of wisdom denied ...
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Էջ 129 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Էջ 177 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Էջ 205 - 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 nor 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', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Էջ 142 - 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 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Էջ 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Էջ 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Էջ 129 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Էջ 175 - 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...
Էջ 142 - AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans 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.