The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 4Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - Всего страниц: 394 |
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... ................................. . NAEBODY- " I HAE A WIFE O ' MY AIN " . ............ 209 211 213 215 .. 217 219 O FOR ANE - AND - TWENTY , TAM ............ .................. KENMURE'S ON AND AWA ..............................
... ................................. . NAEBODY- " I HAE A WIFE O ' MY AIN " . ............ 209 211 213 215 .. 217 219 O FOR ANE - AND - TWENTY , TAM ............ .................. KENMURE'S ON AND AWA ..............................
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... wives of our husbandmen spun their wool and flax , and sent the yarn and thread to the weaver to be manufactured into cloth - not for sale , but home consumption . In this way sackcloth for the corn , plaiding for the beds , linen for ...
... wives of our husbandmen spun their wool and flax , and sent the yarn and thread to the weaver to be manufactured into cloth - not for sale , but home consumption . In this way sackcloth for the corn , plaiding for the beds , linen for ...
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... wife stood with little Robin laid backwards in her left arm ; with her right hand she had opened his palm , and it was quite evident that she saw something which tickled her : a curious intelligence sparkled in the faces of ner gossips ...
... wife stood with little Robin laid backwards in her left arm ; with her right hand she had opened his palm , and it was quite evident that she saw something which tickled her : a curious intelligence sparkled in the faces of ner gossips ...
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... his brother — his horse ; There centum per centum , the cit with his purse ; But see you The Crown , how it waves in the air ! There a big - bellied bottle still eases my care . IV . The wife of my bosom , alas ! 27 THE CURE FOR ALL CARE.
... his brother — his horse ; There centum per centum , the cit with his purse ; But see you The Crown , how it waves in the air ! There a big - bellied bottle still eases my care . IV . The wife of my bosom , alas ! 27 THE CURE FOR ALL CARE.
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With His Life Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham. IV . The wife of my bosom , alas ! she did die ; For sweet consolation to church I did fly ; I found that old Solomon proved it fair , That a big - bellied bottle's a cure for all care . V. I ...
With His Life Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham. IV . The wife of my bosom , alas ! she did die ; For sweet consolation to church I did fly ; I found that old Solomon proved it fair , That a big - bellied bottle's a cure for all care . V. I ...
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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
Стр. 246 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Стр. 131 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o...
Стр. 137 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu...
Стр. 159 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My 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 ?" Harris's " Tarn o' Shanter" has been considered one of his best compositions.
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