The Scottish Songs, Том 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - Всего страниц: 370 |
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Стр. xxii
... Mary , by Sir Richard Maitland of Lething- ton . It consists of eighteen stanzas , of which the first is as follows : Still vndir the levis grene This hinder day I went alone ; I hard ane may sair murne and meyne ; To the king of love ...
... Mary , by Sir Richard Maitland of Lething- ton . It consists of eighteen stanzas , of which the first is as follows : Still vndir the levis grene This hinder day I went alone ; I hard ane may sair murne and meyne ; To the king of love ...
Стр. xlv
... Mary , the consort of King William ; and she once affronted the celebrated Purcell , by requesting to have it sung to her , when he was present ; the story is as follows . The Queen , having a mind one afternoon to be enter- tained with ...
... Mary , the consort of King William ; and she once affronted the celebrated Purcell , by requesting to have it sung to her , when he was present ; the story is as follows . The Queen , having a mind one afternoon to be enter- tained with ...
Стр. lvii
... Mary Scott ; Green Sleeves ; Bonny Jean ; The Lass of Livingstone ; John Anderson , my joe ; Come kiss ; Rothes ' Lament , or Pinky House ; Tibby Fowler in the Glen ; Fy , gae rub her ower wi ' strae ; The Mill , Mill , O !; Where shall ...
... Mary Scott ; Green Sleeves ; Bonny Jean ; The Lass of Livingstone ; John Anderson , my joe ; Come kiss ; Rothes ' Lament , or Pinky House ; Tibby Fowler in the Glen ; Fy , gae rub her ower wi ' strae ; The Mill , Mill , O !; Where shall ...
Стр. lxxiv
... Mary Gray , Bessy and her spinning wheel , Beware o ' bonnie Ann , Bide ye yet , Blink over the Burn , sweet Betty , Blue bonnets over the Border , Blythe , blythe , and merry are we , Blythe hae I been on yon hill , Blythe was she ...
... Mary Gray , Bessy and her spinning wheel , Beware o ' bonnie Ann , Bide ye yet , Blink over the Burn , sweet Betty , Blue bonnets over the Border , Blythe , blythe , and merry are we , Blythe hae I been on yon hill , Blythe was she ...
Стр. lxxvi
... Mary , 288 How lang and dreary is the night , 108 How sweet this lone vale , 592 Hurrah for the bonnets of blue , 492 I canna want my gruel , 424 I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair , 121 If love's a sweet passion , 134 Jean's bricht ...
... Mary , 288 How lang and dreary is the night , 108 How sweet this lone vale , 592 Hurrah for the bonnets of blue , 492 I canna want my gruel , 424 I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair , 121 If love's a sweet passion , 134 Jean's bricht ...
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Стр. 19 - I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Стр. 290 - 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 kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
Стр. 234 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Стр. 289 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? Vol.
Стр. 290 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Стр. 234 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Стр. 246 - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving : There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving...
Стр. liv - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
Стр. 131 - I've heard them lilting, at our ewe-milking Lasses a' lilting before dawn of day : But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaning, The Flowers of the forest are a
Стр. 121 - I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee ; Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak had power to move thee : But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.