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Allan Cunningham auld banks Bard bonie bosom called charms Collection composed copy dear dearie death edition EPIGRAM face fair fate fear flower frae give glen grace hand head hear heart Heaven Highland honest hope hour I'll John kind lady lass lassie leave letter light lines live look Lord mair maun meet mind Miss monie morning Muse Nature ne'er never night notes o'er occur pleasure poem Poet Poet's poor present pride printed roar Robert says sent sing song soon soul stream sweet tears tell thee There's thing Thomson thou thought thro TUNE verses weel Whistle wild Willie wind woman worth written ye'll young
Стр. 307 - 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. 285 - 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...
Стр. 192 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career Wild as the wave ; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stained his name...
Стр. 5 - As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
Стр. 328 - But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Стр. 312 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Стр. 328 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Стр. 279 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu...