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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... town ibid . First when Maggy was my care 283 To thee , lov'd Nith , thy gladsome plains Young Jockey was the blythest lad - Farewel ye dungeons dark and strong Here's a bottle and an honest friend Ilk care and fear , when thou art near ...
... town ibid . First when Maggy was my care 283 To thee , lov'd Nith , thy gladsome plains Young Jockey was the blythest lad - Farewel ye dungeons dark and strong Here's a bottle and an honest friend Ilk care and fear , when thou art near ...
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... town with a miserable head - ache and stomach complaint , but am now a good deal better . I have found a worthy warm friend in Mr. Dalrymple , of Orangefield , who introduced me to Lord Glencairn , a man whose worth and brotherly ...
... town with a miserable head - ache and stomach complaint , but am now a good deal better . I have found a worthy warm friend in Mr. Dalrymple , of Orangefield , who introduced me to Lord Glencairn , a man whose worth and brotherly ...
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... town were present , in all their pomp . The Grand Master , who presided with great solemnity and honor * This is one of a great number of old saws that Burns , when a lad , had picked up from his mother , of which the good old woman had ...
... town were present , in all their pomp . The Grand Master , who presided with great solemnity and honor * This is one of a great number of old saws that Burns , when a lad , had picked up from his mother , of which the good old woman had ...
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... day or two : you cannot imagine how much it will oblige me . Direct to me at Mr. W. Cruikshank's , St. James's Square , New Town , Edinburgh . * Johnson , the publisher of the Scots Musical Museum . NO . XIV . To WILLIAM CREECH , Esq . 16.
... day or two : you cannot imagine how much it will oblige me . Direct to me at Mr. W. Cruikshank's , St. James's Square , New Town , Edinburgh . * Johnson , the publisher of the Scots Musical Museum . NO . XIV . To WILLIAM CREECH , Esq . 16.
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... town up the meandring Devon's banks to pay my re- spects to some Ayrshire folks at Harvieston . After breakfast , we made a party to go and see the famous Caudron - linn , a remarkable cascade in the Devon , about five miles above ...
... town up the meandring Devon's banks to pay my re- spects to some Ayrshire folks at Harvieston . After breakfast , we made a party to go and see the famous Caudron - linn , a remarkable cascade in the Devon , about five miles above ...
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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.