The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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... my bosom ! The golden hours , on angel wings , Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me , as light and life , Was my sweet Highland Mary . VOL . IV . Wi ' Wi ' mony a vow , and lock'd embrace , 17 Mr B to Mr T with " Highland Mary,"
... my bosom ! The golden hours , on angel wings , Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me , as light and life , Was my sweet Highland Mary . VOL . IV . Wi ' Wi ' mony a vow , and lock'd embrace , 17 Mr B to Mr T with " Highland Mary,"
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Robert Burns. Wi ' mony a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu ' tender ; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder ; But Oh ! fell death's untimely frost , That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod ...
Robert Burns. Wi ' mony a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu ' tender ; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder ; But Oh ! fell death's untimely frost , That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod ...
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... mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow mourning : " I left the lines and tented field , Where lang I'd been a lodger , My humble knapsack a ' my wealth , poor and honest sodger . A A leal , light heart was in my breast , My ...
... mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow mourning : " I left the lines and tented field , Where lang I'd been a lodger , My humble knapsack a ' my wealth , poor and honest sodger . A A leal , light heart was in my breast , My ...
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... mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow mourning . " As our poet had maintained a long silence , and the first number differ . I shall now , with as much alacrity 69.
... mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow mourning . " As our poet had maintained a long silence , and the first number differ . I shall now , with as much alacrity 69.
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... mony a fond heart mourn , Sae may it on your heads return ! How can your flinty hearts enjoy The widow's tears , the orphan's cry ? * But soon may peace bring happy days , And Willie hame to Logan braes ! Do you know the following ...
... mony a fond heart mourn , Sae may it on your heads return ! How can your flinty hearts enjoy The widow's tears , the orphan's cry ? * But soon may peace bring happy days , And Willie hame to Logan braes ! Do you know the following ...
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Стр. 126 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Стр. 331 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Стр. 17 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Стр. 293 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Стр. 217 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a
Стр. 122 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
Стр. 216 - Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Стр. 343 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
Стр. 42 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw ; Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', "Ye are na Mary Morison.
Стр. 302 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; 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...