The Songs of Scotland Chronologically Arranged: With Introduction and NotesAlison & Ross, 1872 - Всего страниц: 583 |
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... Robert Burns , he was well acquainted . His information regard- ing the History of Scotland was extensive . Many of his remarks have appeared in periodical publications ; and the notes appended to several popular works are enriched by ...
... Robert Burns , he was well acquainted . His information regard- ing the History of Scotland was extensive . Many of his remarks have appeared in periodical publications ; and the notes appended to several popular works are enriched by ...
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... Robert Burns entered into the scheme . Burns had been introduced to John- son in Edinburgh , and contributed two original songs to the first volume . To the second volume he contributed largely , and continued to furnish the publisher ...
... Robert Burns entered into the scheme . Burns had been introduced to John- son in Edinburgh , and contributed two original songs to the first volume . To the second volume he contributed largely , and continued to furnish the publisher ...
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... Robert Burns , who entered into the spirit of the work with the greatest enthusiasm and enriched it with a great number of original songs , many of them being the best that came from his pen , and given to Thomson without fee or reward ...
... Robert Burns , who entered into the spirit of the work with the greatest enthusiasm and enriched it with a great number of original songs , many of them being the best that came from his pen , and given to Thomson without fee or reward ...
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... Robert Burns , 2 vols . , London , 1810 ; Gilchrist's Select Scotish Ballads , Tales and Songs , with explanatory notes and observations , 2 vols . , Edinburgh , 1815 ; Campbell's Albyns Anthology , Edinburgh , 1816. Hogg's Jacobite ...
... Robert Burns , 2 vols . , London , 1810 ; Gilchrist's Select Scotish Ballads , Tales and Songs , with explanatory notes and observations , 2 vols . , Edinburgh , 1815 ; Campbell's Albyns Anthology , Edinburgh , 1816. Hogg's Jacobite ...
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... Robert Burns , Lady Nairne , Lady Ann Barnard , Hector Macneill , and Robert Tannahill , as the authors of some of our finest and most popular pieces suffi- ciently prove . And though the singers have not been so great as the past ...
... Robert Burns , Lady Nairne , Lady Ann Barnard , Hector Macneill , and Robert Tannahill , as the authors of some of our finest and most popular pieces suffi- ciently prove . And though the singers have not been so great as the past ...
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Стр. 446 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Стр. 388 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest l thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Стр. 238 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa?
Стр. 205 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. " The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day!
Стр. 386 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Стр. 209 - 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...
Стр. 237 - THAT AND A' THAT" 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. 21 - I'll never love thee more. Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne : He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To win or lose it all.
Стр. 212 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans 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 lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Стр. 387 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!