The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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... pleasure " -Remarks , · · XLVII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Thine am I , my . faithful fair " - " O condescend , dear charming maid " - " The Nightingale " - " Laura " - ( the three last by G. Turnbull . ) . 129 134 138 XLVIII . Mr. T. to ...
... pleasure " -Remarks , · · XLVII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Thine am I , my . faithful fair " - " O condescend , dear charming maid " - " The Nightingale " - " Laura " - ( the three last by G. Turnbull . ) . 129 134 138 XLVIII . Mr. T. to ...
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... pleasure , 135 Does haughty Gaul invasion threat , 384 Duncan Gray cam here to woo , 26 • Fairest maid on Devon Banks , 265 Farewell thou stream that winding flows , 195 Fate gave the word , the arrow sped , 338 Flow , Flow gently ...
... pleasure , 135 Does haughty Gaul invasion threat , 384 Duncan Gray cam here to woo , 26 • Fairest maid on Devon Banks , 265 Farewell thou stream that winding flows , 195 Fate gave the word , the arrow sped , 338 Flow , Flow gently ...
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... pleasure , The Catrine woods were yellow seen , The day returns , my bosom burns , · The friend whom wild from wisdom's way , 14 • 330 122 382 · 372 181 272 207 218 406 294 289 388 The hunter lo'es the morning sun , The lazy mist hangs ...
... pleasure , The Catrine woods were yellow seen , The day returns , my bosom burns , · The friend whom wild from wisdom's way , 14 • 330 122 382 · 372 181 272 207 218 406 294 289 388 The hunter lo'es the morning sun , The lazy mist hangs ...
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... pleasure , for your own publication . Apropos ! if you are for English verses , there is , on my part , an end of the matter . Whether in the simplicity of the ballad , or the pathos of the song , I can only hope to please myself in ...
... pleasure , for your own publication . Apropos ! if you are for English verses , there is , on my part , an end of the matter . Whether in the simplicity of the ballad , or the pathos of the song , I can only hope to please myself in ...
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... pleasure pawn their health , an- swers so finely to Dr. Percy's beautiful song , O Nancy wilt thou go with me , that one would think he wrote it on purpose for the air . How- ever , it is not at all our wish to confine you to English ...
... pleasure pawn their health , an- swers so finely to Dr. Percy's beautiful song , O Nancy wilt thou go with me , that one would think he wrote it on purpose for the air . How- ever , it is not at all our wish to confine you to English ...
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter anither auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blythe bonnie Bonnie Dundee bosom braw BURNS Caledonia Cauld Kail charming Chloris CHORUS Coila Craigieburn Dainty Davie dear Sir dearie Duncan Gray Edinburgh English song English verses fair fancy fine air flowers frae Galla Water give glen hame heart Highland Mary Jeanie John Anderson lass lassie lea-rig Leiger lo'es Logan braes Lord Gregory lover mair maun melodies mend merit mony morning muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry Rob Morris Robin Adair Saw ye Scots Scottish simmer singing stanza suit sung sweet taste thee thine THOMSON thro tune wander wee thing wild Willie young JESSIE
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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...