The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, Հատոր 3Little, Brown, 1865 |
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... Ewes to the Knowes 269 For a ' that and a ' that 276 Young Jockey 271 • Wha is that at my Bower Door ? 272 The Tither Morn 273 As I was a - wandering 275 • The Weary Pund o ' Tow 276 viii Gane is the Day CONTENTS OF VOL . III.
... Ewes to the Knowes 269 For a ' that and a ' that 276 Young Jockey 271 • Wha is that at my Bower Door ? 272 The Tither Morn 273 As I was a - wandering 275 • The Weary Pund o ' Tow 276 viii Gane is the Day CONTENTS OF VOL . III.
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... weary wight can please , And care his bosom wringing ? Fain , fain would I my griefs impart , Yet darena for your anger ; But secret love will break my heart If I conceal it langer . If thou refuse to pity me , If thou shalt love ...
... weary wight can please , And care his bosom wringing ? Fain , fain would I my griefs impart , Yet darena for your anger ; But secret love will break my heart If I conceal it langer . If thou refuse to pity me , If thou shalt love ...
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... on the penny that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller and lan ' ! He's always compleenin ' frae mornin ' to e'enin ' , He hoasts and he hirples the coughs - hobbles weary day lang ; ET . 34. ] HOW CAN I BE BLITHE AND.
... on the penny that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller and lan ' ! He's always compleenin ' frae mornin ' to e'enin ' , He hoasts and he hirples the coughs - hobbles weary day lang ; ET . 34. ] HOW CAN I BE BLITHE AND.
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... soon be near That brings us pleasant weather . The weary night o ' care and grief May hae a joyful morrow ; So dawning day has brought relief- Fareweel our night of sorrow ! 16 COUNTRY LASSIE . [ 1792 . COUNTRY LASSIE .
... soon be near That brings us pleasant weather . The weary night o ' care and grief May hae a joyful morrow ; So dawning day has brought relief- Fareweel our night of sorrow ! 16 COUNTRY LASSIE . [ 1792 . COUNTRY LASSIE .
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... BANKS OF DOON . TUNE - Caledonian Hunt's Delight . YE banks and braes o ' bonny Doon , How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ; How can ye chant , ye little birds , And I sae weary fu ' o ' care ! 22 WILLIE WASTLE . [ 1792 . Thou'lt break my.
... BANKS OF DOON . TUNE - Caledonian Hunt's Delight . YE banks and braes o ' bonny Doon , How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ; How can ye chant , ye little birds , And I sae weary fu ' o ' care ! 22 WILLIE WASTLE . [ 1792 . Thou'lt break my.
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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.