The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... Wandering Willie Open the Door to me , Oh ...... Jessie Meg o ' the Mill Logan Braes There was a Lass Phillis the Fair .......... . ..... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream . Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad ...
... Wandering Willie Open the Door to me , Oh ...... Jessie Meg o ' the Mill Logan Braes There was a Lass Phillis the Fair .......... . ..... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream . Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad ...
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... Wandering Willie 60 Open the Door to me , Oh ..... Jessie 60 61 Meg o ' the Mill Logan Braes There was a Lass Phillis the Fair 62 ......... 62 63 ....... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream Whistle , and I'll come to you ...
... Wandering Willie 60 Open the Door to me , Oh ..... Jessie 60 61 Meg o ' the Mill Logan Braes There was a Lass Phillis the Fair 62 ......... 62 63 ....... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream Whistle , and I'll come to you ...
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... wander , [ wave ; And smile at the moon's rimpled face in the No more shall my arms cling with fondness around her , [ grave . For the dew - drops of morning fall cold on her DELIA . 27 No more shall the soft thrill of 26 VERSES .
... wander , [ wave ; And smile at the moon's rimpled face in the No more shall my arms cling with fondness around her , [ grave . For the dew - drops of morning fall cold on her DELIA . 27 No more shall the soft thrill of 26 VERSES .
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... wander'd by each cliff and dell , Once the lov'd haunts of Scotia's royal train1 ; Or mus'd where limpid streams , once hallow'd , well 2 ; Or mould'ring ruins mark the sacred fane 3 . Th ' increasing blast roar'd round the beetling ...
... wander'd by each cliff and dell , Once the lov'd haunts of Scotia's royal train1 ; Or mus'd where limpid streams , once hallow'd , well 2 ; Or mould'ring ruins mark the sacred fane 3 . Th ' increasing blast roar'd round the beetling ...
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... wandering in a lonely wild : But woman , nature's darling child ! There all her charms she does compile ; Ev'n there her other works are foil'd By the bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . O , had she been a country maid , And 51.
... wandering in a lonely wild : But woman , nature's darling child ! There all her charms she does compile ; Ev'n there her other works are foil'd By the bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . O , had she been a country maid , And 51.
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ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks birds Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie blue Bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast Burns CESSNOCK charms Chloris CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie dimin DUMFRIES e'en e'er fair fairest Farewell Flow gently flowers fortune's frae glen green hame heart Highland ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee luve Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy ne'er night o'er owre Phillis pleasure poison'd rantin roar ROB MORRIS sing Skelpin song sorrow sparklin spring stream sweet sweet Afton sweetly syne tear There's thine Thou hast thro tocher TUNE-The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll yon town young
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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.