The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, Հատոր 3Little, Brown, 1865 |
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... tear comes in my e'e , To think on him that's far awa ' . My father pat me frae his door , My friends they hae disowned me a ' ; But I hae ane will tak my part , The bonny lad that's far awa ' . A pair o ' gloves he bought to me , And ...
... tear comes in my e'e , To think on him that's far awa ' . My father pat me frae his door , My friends they hae disowned me a ' ; But I hae ane will tak my part , The bonny lad that's far awa ' . A pair o ' gloves he bought to me , And ...
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... tears , fits , flirtations , airs , ' Gainst such an host what flinty savage dares When awful Beauty joins with all her charms , Who is so rash as rise in rebel arms ? But truce with kings and truce with constitu- tions , With bloody ...
... tears , fits , flirtations , airs , ' Gainst such an host what flinty savage dares When awful Beauty joins with all her charms , Who is so rash as rise in rebel arms ? But truce with kings and truce with constitu- tions , With bloody ...
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... tear in my ee ; Now welcome the simmer , and welcome my Willie - The simmer to nature , my Willie to me . Ye hurricanes , rest in the cave of your slum- bers , O how your wild horrors a lover alarms ! Awaken , ye breezes ! row gently ...
... tear in my ee ; Now welcome the simmer , and welcome my Willie - The simmer to nature , my Willie to me . Ye hurricanes , rest in the cave of your slum- bers , O how your wild horrors a lover alarms ! Awaken , ye breezes ! row gently ...
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... tears in my ee ; Welcome now simmer , and welcome my Willie , As simmer to nature , so Willie to me . Rest , ye wild storms , in the cave o ' your slumbers , How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Blow soft , ye breezes ! roll gently ...
... tears in my ee ; Welcome now simmer , and welcome my Willie , As simmer to nature , so Willie to me . Rest , ye wild storms , in the cave o ' your slumbers , How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Blow soft , ye breezes ! roll gently ...
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... tears in my ee ; Welcome now simmer , and welcome my Willie – The simmer to nature , my Willie to me . [ 1793 . Rest , ye wild storms , in the cave of your slumbers , How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Wauken , ye breezes ! row ...
... tears in my ee ; Welcome now simmer , and welcome my Willie – The simmer to nature , my Willie to me . [ 1793 . Rest , ye wild storms , in the cave of your slumbers , How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Wauken , ye breezes ! row ...
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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 |
The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life ... Robert Burns Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1870 |
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.