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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... round me blow , Far kinder than thy heart . It is but doing justice to Dr. Waleott to men- tion , that his song is the original . Mr. Burns saw it , liked it , and immediately wrote the other on the sane subject , which is derived from ...
... round me blow , Far kinder than thy heart . It is but doing justice to Dr. Waleott to men- tion , that his song is the original . Mr. Burns saw it , liked it , and immediately wrote the other on the sane subject , which is derived from ...
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... round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling . Wi ' alter'd voice , quoth I , Sweet lass , Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom , O ! happy , happy may he be , That's dearest to thy bosom ! My purse is light , I've far to gang , And ...
... round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling . Wi ' alter'd voice , quoth I , Sweet lass , Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom , O ! happy , happy may he be , That's dearest to thy bosom ! My purse is light , I've far to gang , And ...
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... round the breathing flowers : Blythe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are tears of joy ; My soul , delightless , a ' surveys , While Willie's far frae Logan braes . Within yon milk - white hawthorn bush , Amang her ...
... round the breathing flowers : Blythe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are tears of joy ; My soul , delightless , a ' surveys , While Willie's far frae Logan braes . Within yon milk - white hawthorn bush , Amang her ...
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... round us fa ' , The merry birds are lovers a ' , The scented breezes round us blaw , A wandering wi ' my Davie . Meet me , & c . When purple morning starts the hare To steal upon her early fare , Then thro ' the dews I will repair , To ...
... round us fa ' , The merry birds are lovers a ' , The scented breezes round us blaw , A wandering wi ' my Davie . Meet me , & c . When purple morning starts the hare To steal upon her early fare , Then thro ' the dews I will repair , To ...
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... round me ery , Across the roaring dashing roar I'll westward turn my wistful eye : Happy , thou Indian grove , I'll say , Where now my Naney's path may be ! While thro ' thy sweets she loves to stray , O tell me , does she muse on me ...
... round me ery , Across the roaring dashing roar I'll westward turn my wistful eye : Happy , thou Indian grove , I'll say , Where now my Naney's path may be ! While thro ' thy sweets she loves to stray , O tell me , does she muse on me ...
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Стр. 200 - MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June : O, my luve's like the melodie 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. 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. 137 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a
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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Стр. 201 - 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' the sun! And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o