The British Poets, Том 2Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... thee , thou gloomy December 300 SONG O May , thy Morn was ne'er so sweet 301 SONG - My Nannie's awa ' 302 To Fergusson 303 SONG - The Deil's awa ' wi ' the Exciseman d 304 SONG - Bonny Lesley e 306 APPENDIX : The Deil's awa ' wi ' the ...
... thee , thou gloomy December 300 SONG O May , thy Morn was ne'er so sweet 301 SONG - My Nannie's awa ' 302 To Fergusson 303 SONG - The Deil's awa ' wi ' the Exciseman d 304 SONG - Bonny Lesley e 306 APPENDIX : The Deil's awa ' wi ' the ...
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... kindly you mind me , Oh then befriend my Jean ! remember What bursting anguish tears my heart ! From thee , my Jeanie , must I part ? Thou , weeping , answ'rest " No ! " Alas ET . 28. ] 29 THE FAREWELL . The Farewell *7.
... kindly you mind me , Oh then befriend my Jean ! remember What bursting anguish tears my heart ! From thee , my Jeanie , must I part ? Thou , weeping , answ'rest " No ! " Alas ET . 28. ] 29 THE FAREWELL . The Farewell *7.
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... Thee , Hamilton , and Aiken dear , A grateful , warm adieu ! I , with a much - indebted tear , Shall still remember you ! All - hail then , the gale then , Wafts me from thee , dear shore ! It rustles , and whistles - I'll never see thee ...
... Thee , Hamilton , and Aiken dear , A grateful , warm adieu ! I , with a much - indebted tear , Shall still remember you ! All - hail then , the gale then , Wafts me from thee , dear shore ! It rustles , and whistles - I'll never see thee ...
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... thee I leave this much - loved shore , Never perhaps to greet old Scotland more . R. B. - Kyle . WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF A COPY OF THE POEMS , PRESENTED TO AN OLD SWEETHEART , 1 THEN MARRIED . ONCE fondly loved , and still remembered ...
... thee I leave this much - loved shore , Never perhaps to greet old Scotland more . R. B. - Kyle . WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF A COPY OF THE POEMS , PRESENTED TO AN OLD SWEETHEART , 1 THEN MARRIED . ONCE fondly loved , and still remembered ...
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... thee- - Now hopeless , comfortless , forsaken ! 1 These verses were probably written , like the preceding , on a copy of the volume of poems . They were first published in the Sun newspaper , April , 1823 . THE CALF . TO THE REV . MR ...
... thee- - Now hopeless , comfortless , forsaken ! 1 These verses were probably written , like the preceding , on a copy of the volume of poems . They were first published in the Sun newspaper , April , 1823 . THE CALF . TO THE REV . MR ...
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Стр. 192 - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
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Стр. 248 - Tarn had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tarn lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Стр. 227 - 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. 255 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Стр. 252 - Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft ; Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They...
Стр. 247 - An' getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame ; Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tarn o...
Стр. 251 - Nae cotillion brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick, in shape o...
Стр. 153 - Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready; The shouts o...
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