The Scottish Minstrel: Being a Complete Collection of Burns' Songs ; Together with His Correspondence with Mr. Thomson ; to which is Added and New and Complete GlossaryBenjamin Warner, 1818 - Всего страниц: 312 |
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... e'en canter it away till I come to the limit of my race ( God grant that I may take the right side of the winning post ) , and then cheerfully looking back on the honest folks with whom I have been happy , I shall say , or sing , " Sae ...
... e'en canter it away till I come to the limit of my race ( God grant that I may take the right side of the winning post ) , and then cheerfully looking back on the honest folks with whom I have been happy , I shall say , or sing , " Sae ...
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... e'en : So trembling , pure , was tender love Within the breast o ' bonie Jean * . And now she works her mammie's wark , And aye she sighs wi ' care and pain ; Yet wist na what her ail might be , Or what wad mak her weel again . But did ...
... e'en : So trembling , pure , was tender love Within the breast o ' bonie Jean * . And now she works her mammie's wark , And aye she sighs wi ' care and pain ; Yet wist na what her ail might be , Or what wad mak her weel again . But did ...
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... e'en , sae bonnie blue , 1 swear I'm thine for ever ! And on thy lips I scal my vow , And break it shall I never . If you think the above will suit your idea of your favourite air , I shall be highly pleased . The last time I came o'er ...
... e'en , sae bonnie blue , 1 swear I'm thine for ever ! And on thy lips I scal my vow , And break it shall I never . If you think the above will suit your idea of your favourite air , I shall be highly pleased . The last time I came o'er ...
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... E'en here , I took the last farewell ; There latest mark'd her vanish'd sail . " Along the solitary shore , While flitting sea - fowl round me ery , Across the roaring dashing roar I'll westward turn my wistful eye : Happy , thou Indian ...
... E'en here , I took the last farewell ; There latest mark'd her vanish'd sail . " Along the solitary shore , While flitting sea - fowl round me ery , Across the roaring dashing roar I'll westward turn my wistful eye : Happy , thou Indian ...
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... e'en I'll close - Never mair to wa ken , Jamie , Ne'er mair to wakent . Jockie and Jennie I would discard , and in its plate would put There's nae luck about the house , which has a very pleasant air ; and which is positively the finest ...
... e'en I'll close - Never mair to wa ken , Jamie , Ne'er mair to wakent . Jockie and Jennie I would discard , and in its plate would put There's nae luck about the house , which has a very pleasant air ; and which is positively the finest ...
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Стр. 18 - 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!
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Стр. 230 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Стр. 136 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. " What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
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