The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 4Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - Всего страниц: 394 |
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... Scotland ; or , a Satire on the Stool of Repent- ance . " Some of his verses are sharp and bitter : he places a sinner on the stool , and makes no little mirth with him . MY HEART WAS ANCE . Tune- " To the Weavers SONGS AND BALLADS . 5.
... Scotland ; or , a Satire on the Stool of Repent- ance . " Some of his verses are sharp and bitter : he places a sinner on the stool , and makes no little mirth with him . MY HEART WAS ANCE . Tune- " To the Weavers SONGS AND BALLADS . 5.
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... Scotland can understand some of the allusions in this song . Thrift , in the days of Burns , was not wholly abandoned the wives of our husbandmen spun their wool and flax , and sent the yarn and thread to the weaver to be manufactured ...
... Scotland can understand some of the allusions in this song . Thrift , in the days of Burns , was not wholly abandoned the wives of our husbandmen spun their wool and flax , and sent the yarn and thread to the weaver to be manufactured ...
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... Scotland , was Montgomery's Peggy , the subject of other songs and the object of eight months ' fruitless wooing . The Poet , it is said , exhausted all his knowledge in the art of courting to win the affections of this coy dame : he ...
... Scotland , was Montgomery's Peggy , the subject of other songs and the object of eight months ' fruitless wooing . The Poet , it is said , exhausted all his knowledge in the art of courting to win the affections of this coy dame : he ...
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... Scotland , " is likely of the same lineage as these rustic words . Burns calls his inimitable song a fragment , and says it speaks the genuine language of his heart . The incense in the concluding verse is the richest any poet ever ...
... Scotland , " is likely of the same lineage as these rustic words . Burns calls his inimitable song a fragment , and says it speaks the genuine language of his heart . The incense in the concluding verse is the richest any poet ever ...
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... Scotland : - " How have I wronged thee ? Oh ! who would abuse your sex which truly knows ye ? O women , were we not born of you ? Should we not , then , honour you ? Nursed by you , and not regard you ? Made for you , and not seek you ...
... Scotland : - " How have I wronged thee ? Oh ! who would abuse your sex which truly knows ye ? O women , were we not born of you ? Should we not , then , honour you ? Nursed by you , and not regard you ? Made for you , and not seek you ...
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amang auld Ballochmyle banks Bard beauty birks of Aberfeldy blaw Blithe body kiss bonnie Doon Bonnie lassie bonnie Mary bosom braes braw Burns Charlie Charlie Stewart charms CHORUS Collier Laddie composed daunton dear dearie Deil e'en Ecclefechan Eppie M'Nab fair Farewell favourite flower frae glen green grows bonnie wi gude hame heart heroine Highland laddie ilka Inverness jacobite Jamie John Anderson Kenmure's kiss lady lass lawin lo'e luve lyric mair Mauchline maun merry miller morning muse Musical Museum naebody Nannie ne'er night Nith o'er old song owre parcel of rogues Poet Poet's rue grows bonnie says Scotland Scottish sing sparklin strain sweet sweetly thee There's thou thro thyme Tune verses weary weaver weel Whigs wife Willie win my love wind wither'd wrote ye go ye'll Ye're yon town young
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Стр. 284 - 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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Стр. 282 - A waefu' day it was to me ; For there I lost my father dear, My father dear and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see ; And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e ! Now wae to thee thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be ; For mony a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee ! A RED, RED ROSE TUNE—
Стр. 15 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Стр. 158 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Стр. 145 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here : My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Стр. 15 - But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O; An' warly cares, an' warly men, May a