The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Հատոր 3W. Pickering, 1839 - 319 էջ |
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... breast of the heaven - inspired Poet , who composed this glorious fragment . " In September , 1793 , Burns wrote to Thomson , " One song more , and I have done : Auld lang syne . ' The air is but mediocre ; but the following song , the ...
... breast of the heaven - inspired Poet , who composed this glorious fragment . " In September , 1793 , Burns wrote to Thomson , " One song more , and I have done : Auld lang syne . ' The air is but mediocre ; but the following song , the ...
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... breast sae warming , Had ne'er sic powers alarming ; O that's , & c . If thou hadst heard her talking , And thy attentions plighted , VAR In a copy of this song in Burns ' own hand , the first line runs , " Wat ye wha that lo'es me ...
... breast sae warming , Had ne'er sic powers alarming ; O that's , & c . If thou hadst heard her talking , And thy attentions plighted , VAR In a copy of this song in Burns ' own hand , the first line runs , " Wat ye wha that lo'es me ...
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... breast I'll love my handsome Nell . Fal lal de ral , & c . As bonnie lassies I hae seen , And monie full as braw , But for a modest gracefu ' mien The like I never saw . ↑ Burns has left the following interesting remarks on this Song ...
... breast I'll love my handsome Nell . Fal lal de ral , & c . As bonnie lassies I hae seen , And monie full as braw , But for a modest gracefu ' mien The like I never saw . ↑ Burns has left the following interesting remarks on this Song ...
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... breast . She reigns without control . Fal lal de ral , & c . YOUNG JOCKEY . * YOUNG Jockey was the blithest lad In a ' our town or here awa ; Fu ' blithe he whistled at the gaud , † Fu ' lightly danc'd he in the ha ' ! He roos'd my een ...
... breast . She reigns without control . Fal lal de ral , & c . YOUNG JOCKEY . * YOUNG Jockey was the blithest lad In a ' our town or here awa ; Fu ' blithe he whistled at the gaud , † Fu ' lightly danc'd he in the ha ' ! He roos'd my een ...
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... breast ; Breathing in the breeze that fans her , Sooth her bosom into rest : Guardian angels , O protect her , When in distant lands I roam ; To realms unknown while fate exiles me , Make her bosom still my home . These verses , which ...
... breast ; Breathing in the breeze that fans her , Sooth her bosom into rest : Guardian angels , O protect her , When in distant lands I roam ; To realms unknown while fate exiles me , Make her bosom still my home . These verses , which ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Allan Cunningham says amang auld lang syne ballad Balmaghie Bannocks blate body kiss Bonie bonnie lass bonnie Mary braes Burns says Buy braw troggin Charlie charms CHORUS Claut Collection in 1801 copy Cromek's Reliques dear dearie Deil dimin e'en e'er EPITAPH fair Farewell flower frae Galla Water Glasgow Glasgow Collection glen grows bonnie wi gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie ilka Jamie Kenmure's Kilmarnock kiss laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mally's Mauchline maun monie Musical Museum nane ne'er Netherplace never night o'er Och-on owre Peggy printed in Cromek's rhyme Robin rue grows bonnie sing soger song occurs sparklin sweet tear tell thee Thomson thro thyme TUNE twa sparkling rogueish unco verses weary weel Whigs wife Willie winna wither'd ye'll ye're young
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Էջ 16 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!
Էջ 240 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ;...
Էջ 12 - 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 20 - A man's a man for a' that : For a' that, an' a' that, 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 19 - Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Էջ 15 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae 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 11 - 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 55 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said, amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison!
Էջ 77 - The birds sang love on ev'ry spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Էջ 76 - O Mary ! dear departed shade ! "Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love?