| Robert Burns - 1800 - Страниц: 460
...the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Mori son. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed...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, I sigh'd, and said... | |
| Robert Burns - 1806 - Страниц: 450
...see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blythly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely...thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw. Tho' Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and... | |
| 1809 - Страниц: 574
...another song} for Yestreen is far from being an unintelligible, and is moreover a very pretty word. ' Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha ? To thee my fancy look its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair and that was braw, And yon the... | |
| Robert Burns - 1816 - Страниц: 468
...see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely...trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha'j To thee my i'aney took ils wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw. cS Tho' this was fair, and that... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1818 - Страниц: 354
...conclusion of the other is as follows. " Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my Fancy took its wing, I...neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed and said among them a', . Ye are na' Mary Morison."... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1818 - Страниц: 338
...Yestreen, when to the tremblingwstring The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took us wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed and said among them a', Ye are na' Mary Morison."... | |
| Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - Страниц: 418
...see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely...thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was br . And you the toast of a' the towv O Mary, canst thou... | |
| Allan Cunningham - 1822 - Страниц: 232
...slippers. MAY MORISON enters singing. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha, To thee my fancy took its wing : I sat, but neither heard nor saw. (.Dresses her.) Eh ! help me, madam, you 've a martial look ; The bonnet fits you rarely — the sword,... | |
| British anthology - 1825 - Страниц: 464
...see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bid the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely...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, I sigh'd, ami said... | |
| Allan Cunningham - 1825 - Страниц: 756
...to sun, Could I the rich reward secure Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gacd through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, hut neither heard nor saw: Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town,... | |
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