Poems, Том 2trustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
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... look through nature with creative fire ; Here , to the wrongs of fate half reconcil'd , Misfortune's lighten'd steps might wander wild ; And disappointment , in these lonely bounds , Find balm to soothe her bitter rankling wounds : Here ...
... look through nature with creative fire ; Here , to the wrongs of fate half reconcil'd , Misfortune's lighten'd steps might wander wild ; And disappointment , in these lonely bounds , Find balm to soothe her bitter rankling wounds : Here ...
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... looks were like a flow'r in May , Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks of Ern , As light's a bird upon a thorn . Blythe , & c . III . Her bonie face it was as meek As 94 "Blythe, blythe, and merry was she"
... looks were like a flow'r in May , Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks of Ern , As light's a bird upon a thorn . Blythe , & c . III . Her bonie face it was as meek As 94 "Blythe, blythe, and merry was she"
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... looks sae proud and high . O Tibbie , I hae , & c . IV . Altho ' a lad were e'er sae smart , If that he want the yellow dirt , Ye'll cast your head anither airt , And answer him fu ' dry . O Tibbie , I hae , & c . V. But if he hae the ...
... looks sae proud and high . O Tibbie , I hae , & c . IV . Altho ' a lad were e'er sae smart , If that he want the yellow dirt , Ye'll cast your head anither airt , And answer him fu ' dry . O Tibbie , I hae , & c . V. But if he hae the ...
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... Tibbie , I hae , & c . VII . There lives a lass in yonder park , I would na gie her under sark , For thee wi ' a ' thy thousan ' mark , Ye need na look sae high . O Tibbie , I hae , & c . SONG XXXII . CLARINDA , MISTRESS OF MY SOUL . 102.
... Tibbie , I hae , & c . VII . There lives a lass in yonder park , I would na gie her under sark , For thee wi ' a ' thy thousan ' mark , Ye need na look sae high . O Tibbie , I hae , & c . SONG XXXII . CLARINDA , MISTRESS OF MY SOUL . 102.
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... look and languish , In that bonnie face of thine : And my heart it stounds wi ' anguish , Lest my wee thing be na mine . III . Wit , and grace , and love , and beauty , In ae constellation shine ; To adore thee is my duty , Goddess o ...
... look and languish , In that bonnie face of thine : And my heart it stounds wi ' anguish , Lest my wee thing be na mine . III . Wit , and grace , and love , and beauty , In ae constellation shine ; To adore thee is my duty , Goddess o ...
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Стр. 116 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
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Стр. 5 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Стр. 11 - Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. — Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Стр. 159 - 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
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