Reliques of Robert Burns: Consisting Chiefly of Original Letters, Poems, and Critical Observations on Scottish SongsBradford and Inskeep, 1809 - 294 էջ |
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... sing , an ' shake my leg , As lang's I dow . On Thursday morning if you can muster as much self - denial as to be out of bed about seven o'clock , I shall see you as I ride through to Cumnock . After all , Heaven bless the sex ! I feel ...
... sing , an ' shake my leg , As lang's I dow . On Thursday morning if you can muster as much self - denial as to be out of bed about seven o'clock , I shall see you as I ride through to Cumnock . After all , Heaven bless the sex ! I feel ...
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... sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days When my fause luve was true . Thou ' ll break my heart , thou bonie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat , and sae I sang , And wist na o ' my fate . Aft hae I rov'd my ...
... sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days When my fause luve was true . Thou ' ll break my heart , thou bonie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat , and sae I sang , And wist na o ' my fate . Aft hae I rov'd my ...
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... singing ; for it never had been set before . I am fixed that it shall go in Johnson's next number ; so Charlotte and you need not spend your precious time in contradicting me . I won't say the poetry is first - rate ; though I am ...
... singing ; for it never had been set before . I am fixed that it shall go in Johnson's next number ; so Charlotte and you need not spend your precious time in contradicting me . I won't say the poetry is first - rate ; though I am ...
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... sing in taverns- a fellow over whose grave no one will breathe a sin- gle heigh - ho , except from the cobweb - tie of what is called good fellowship - who has no view nor aim but what terminates in himself - if there be any grovelling ...
... sing in taverns- a fellow over whose grave no one will breathe a sin- gle heigh - ho , except from the cobweb - tie of what is called good fellowship - who has no view nor aim but what terminates in himself - if there be any grovelling ...
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... sing " The whistle and the man ; I sing The man that won the whistle , & c . “ Here we are met , three merry boys , " Three merry boys I trow are we ; " And mony a night wev'e merry been , " And mony mae we hope to be . " Wha first ...
... sing " The whistle and the man ; I sing The man that won the whistle , & c . “ Here we are met , three merry boys , " Three merry boys I trow are we ; " And mony a night wev'e merry been , " And mony mae we hope to be . " Wha first ...
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acquaintance Allan Water amang Auld Ayrshire ballad banks beautiful Blacklock bonie lass bosom brother Burns Burns's called charms compliments composed copy Currie's Dalswinton DEAR FRIEND DEAR SIR Dumfries e'en Edinburgh Ellisland excise farewel feelings frae Gavin Hamilton give gude Gypsie Laddie hand happy heart Highland Highland Laddie honest honor idea kind Laddie lady lassie letter Lord Madam Mauchline maun mind misfortune Miss mony morning muse ne'er never night noble O'er the moor old song pleasure poem poet poetic poor present river Doon ROBERT BURNS Roslin Castle Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum Scottish sentiments sing soul sparklin stanza sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion tune verses weel wife WILLIAM BURNS Willie wish words write young
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Էջ 13 - That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love ; And sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'da rose, Frae aff its thorny tree ; And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi
Էջ 278 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Էջ 173 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Էջ 171 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie The boat rocks at the pier o...
Էջ 12 - Doon, How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o
Էջ 225 - Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride. Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Էջ 213 - mid renewing storms: Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ? Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ? For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms; I tremble to approach an angry GOD, And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. Fain would I say,
Էջ 211 - An' riches still may fly them, O ; An' tho' at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O. Green grow, &c. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O ; An
Էջ 185 - But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands, Her sweets no longer with her dwells: But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one. Such fate ere long will thee betide When thou hast handled been awhile, With sere flowers to be thrown aside; And I shall sigh, while some will smile, To see thy love to every one Hath brought thee to be loved by none.
Էջ 119 - How are you, my dear friend, and how comes on your fifth volume ? You may probably think that for some time past I have neglected you and your work ; but, alas! the hand of pain, sorrow, and care, has these many months lain heavy on me.