The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, Հատոր 3Little, Brown, 1865 |
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... Death of Riddel of Glenriddel - • Fragment of an Ode for Washington's Birthday From Burns's Last Letter to Clarinda Written in a Copy of Thomson's Melodies , presented to • SONG - The Tree of Liberty SONG - On the Seas and far away SONG ...
... Death of Riddel of Glenriddel - • Fragment of an Ode for Washington's Birthday From Burns's Last Letter to Clarinda Written in a Copy of Thomson's Melodies , presented to • SONG - The Tree of Liberty SONG - On the Seas and far away SONG ...
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... death My heart wad burst wi ' anguish . But , Jeanie , say thou wilt be mine , Say thou lo'es nane before me , And a ' my days o ' life to come I'll gratefully adore thee . ET . 34. ] CRAIGIEBURN WOOD . 3 CRAIGIEBURN WOOD.
... death My heart wad burst wi ' anguish . But , Jeanie , say thou wilt be mine , Say thou lo'es nane before me , And a ' my days o ' life to come I'll gratefully adore thee . ET . 34. ] CRAIGIEBURN WOOD . 3 CRAIGIEBURN WOOD.
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... death's untimely frost , That nipt my flower sae early !. Now green's the sod , and cauld's the clay , That wraps my Highland Mary ! O pale , pale now , those rosy lips I aft hae kissed sae fondly , And closed for aye the sparkling ...
... death's untimely frost , That nipt my flower sae early !. Now green's the sod , and cauld's the clay , That wraps my Highland Mary ! O pale , pale now , those rosy lips I aft hae kissed sae fondly , And closed for aye the sparkling ...
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... death The day comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane ; I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , alone And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . O had she but been of a ...
... death The day comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane ; I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , alone And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . O had she but been of a ...
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... , etc .; Maggie's was a piteous case , Ha , ha , etc. Duncan couldna be her death , Swelling pity smoored his wrath ; Now they're crouse and canty baith ; merry and happy Ha , ha , etc. 40 A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S AWA ' . [
... , etc .; Maggie's was a piteous case , Ha , ha , etc. Duncan couldna be her death , Swelling pity smoored his wrath ; Now they're crouse and canty baith ; merry and happy Ha , ha , etc. 40 A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S AWA ' . [
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The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, Հատոր 3 Robert Burns Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1863 |
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The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, Հատոր 3 Robert Burns Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1865 |
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aboon ae night Allan Cunningham amang auld Balmaghie blast blaw blest blithe bonny lass bosom braes Burns Buy braw troggin cauld Chloris CHORUS Craigieburn dearest dearie deil Dumfries e'en ELECTION BALLADS epigram fair fairest fame flower frae Gala Water Galloway gane glen Gray grows bonny wi hame heart Heaven Here's a health Heron Highland laddie honest ilka Jamie Jessy John Bushby Kenmure's Kirkcudbright laddie lady lassie LASSIE WI lo'es Lord LORD GREGORY lover luve maun Maxwell morn nae mair ne'er o'er PARCEL OF ROGUES Phely Philly poet rue grows bonny sodger song stanza Stewart sweet thee thine Thomson thou hast thyme TUNE Twas verses VERSICLES wander WAT YE WHA'S weary weel WHA'S IN YON Whigs Willie wind winna WOODLARK Woodley Park yon town young young Jessie
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Էջ 100 - 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 153 - Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Էջ 81 - 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'?
Էջ 153 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. 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
Էջ 29 - 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!
Էջ 303 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, my dear, We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Էջ 29 - 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 153 - Their tinsel show, and a' that ; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Tho' hundreds worship at his word. He's but a coof. for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Էջ 81 - Scotland, that it was Robert Bruce's march at the battle of Bannockburn. This thought, in my solitary wanderings, warmed me to a pitch of enthusiasm on the theme of liberty and independence, which I threw into a kind of Scottish ode, fitted to the air, that one might suppose to be the gallant Royal Scot's address to his heroic followers on that eventful morning.