The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake , Some useful plan , or beuk could make , Or sing a sang at least . The rough bur - thistle , spreading wide Amang the bearded bear , I turn'd my weeding heuk aside , An ' spar'd the symbol ...
... breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake , Some useful plan , or beuk could make , Or sing a sang at least . The rough bur - thistle , spreading wide Amang the bearded bear , I turn'd my weeding heuk aside , An ' spar'd the symbol ...
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... breast of the Ye foam - crested billows , allow me to wail , Ere ye toss me afar from my lov'd native shore ; Where the flower which bloom'd sweetest in Coila's green vale , The pride of my bosom , my Mary's no more . No more by the ...
... breast of the Ye foam - crested billows , allow me to wail , Ere ye toss me afar from my lov'd native shore ; Where the flower which bloom'd sweetest in Coila's green vale , The pride of my bosom , my Mary's no more . No more by the ...
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... breast , I haste with the storm to a far distant shore ; Where unknown , unlamented , my ashes shall rest , And joy shall revisit my bosom no more . DELIA . An Ode . FAIR the face of orient day , Fair the tints of op'ning rose ; But ...
... breast , I haste with the storm to a far distant shore ; Where unknown , unlamented , my ashes shall rest , And joy shall revisit my bosom no more . DELIA . An Ode . FAIR the face of orient day , Fair the tints of op'ning rose ; But ...
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... breast , And mix'd her wailings with the raving storm . Wild to my heart the filial pulses glow , ' Twas Caledonia's trophied shield I view'd ; Her form majestic droop'd in pensive woe , The lightning of her eye in tears imbued . Revers ...
... breast , And mix'd her wailings with the raving storm . Wild to my heart the filial pulses glow , ' Twas Caledonia's trophied shield I view'd ; Her form majestic droop'd in pensive woe , The lightning of her eye in tears imbued . Revers ...
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... comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . O , had she but been of lower degree ,
... comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . O , had she but been of lower degree ,
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ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks birds Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie blue Bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast Burns CESSNOCK charms Chloris CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie dimin DUMFRIES e'en e'er fair fairest Farewell Flow gently flowers fortune's frae glen green hame heart Highland ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee luve Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy ne'er night o'er owre Phillis pleasure poison'd rantin roar ROB MORRIS sing Skelpin song sorrow sparklin spring stream sweet sweet Afton sweetly syne tear There's thine Thou hast thro tocher TUNE-The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll yon town young
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Стр. 129 - 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
Стр. 177 - 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!
Стр. 205 - 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 nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Стр. 142 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly Had we never lov'd sae blindly Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Стр. 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Стр. 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Стр. 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Стр. 129 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Стр. 175 - 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...
Стр. 142 - AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me.