The works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a criticism on his writings. To which are prefixed, some observations on the character and condition of the Scottish peasantry. As ed. by J. Currie, Vydanie 673,Zväzok 41816 |
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Strana xx
... heart be glad 118 How cold is that bosom which folly once fired 265 How cruel are the parents 177 · How long and dreary is the night Husband , husband , cease your strife I call no goddess to inspire my strains I , gaed a waefu ' gate ...
... heart be glad 118 How cold is that bosom which folly once fired 265 How cruel are the parents 177 · How long and dreary is the night Husband , husband , cease your strife I call no goddess to inspire my strains I , gaed a waefu ' gate ...
Strana xxi
... heart is a breaking , dear Tittie My heart is sair , I dare na tell My honoured Colonel deep I feel My Peggy's face , my Peggy's form Nae gentle dames , tho ' e'er so fair No more of your guests , be they titled or not 142 278 - 346 224 ...
... heart is a breaking , dear Tittie My heart is sair , I dare na tell My honoured Colonel deep I feel My Peggy's face , my Peggy's form Nae gentle dames , tho ' e'er so fair No more of your guests , be they titled or not 142 278 - 346 224 ...
Strana 12
... heart II wear ber For dar my jowa Sina The ' à 3 vinsie vor thing She & 4 Junisane vær Thing Sie à 4 Homme we thing , The mod's was we start 2 % Pe a the out * . list that my ow I have just been looking over the Collier's bonny Dochter 12.
... heart II wear ber For dar my jowa Sina The ' à 3 vinsie vor thing She & 4 Junisane vær Thing Sie à 4 Homme we thing , The mod's was we start 2 % Pe a the out * . list that my ow I have just been looking over the Collier's bonny Dochter 12.
Strana 15
... heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core , Shall live my Highland Mary . MY DEAR SIR , 14th November , 1792 . I AGREE with you that the song , Katharine Ogie , is very poor stuff , and unworthy , altogether unworthy ...
... heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core , Shall live my Highland Mary . MY DEAR SIR , 14th November , 1792 . I AGREE with you that the song , Katharine Ogie , is very poor stuff , and unworthy , altogether unworthy ...
Strana 16
... heart , that throws a borrowed lustre over the merits of the com- position . I have partly taken your idea of Auld Rob Morris . I have adopted the two first verses , and am going on with the song on a new plan , which promises pretty ...
... heart , that throws a borrowed lustre over the merits of the com- position . I have partly taken your idea of Auld Rob Morris . I have adopted the two first verses , and am going on with the song on a new plan , which promises pretty ...
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admire ain dear Allan alter amang anither auld lang syne ballad bard BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN beautiful bonnie Bonnie Dundee bosom braw breast BURNS Caledonia charming chorus claute Coila dainty Davie daugh dear Sir dearest dearie Duncan Gray Edinburgh English verses fair fancy fine air flowers frae Galla water give glen happy heart Heaven Highland Mary honour Irvine water Jeanie John Anderson Johnson's Museum lass lassie lea-rig lo'e Logan braes Lord Gregory lover mair maun mend merit mony muse Nanie ne'er never night o'er Phillis pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry poor Rob Morris Robin Adair Scots Scottish songs sentiment singing sodger stanza suit sung sweet taste thee THOMSON Thou hast thro tune wandering Willie whistle wild Willie's words young JESSIE
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Strana 81 - 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?
Strana 237 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Strana 238 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Strana 333 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride ; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Strana 221 - 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...
Strana 19 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to 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. 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!
Strana 333 - He who stills the raven's clamorous nest, And decks the lily fair in flowery pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Strana 217 - 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...
Strana 197 - ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho' even hope is denied ; 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing, Than aught in the world beside — Jessy ! Here's a health, &c. I mourn thro' the gay, gaudy day, As, hopeless, I muse on thy charms : But welcome the dream o' sweet slumber, For then I am lockt in thy arms — Jessy ! Here's a health, &c.
Strana 224 - Glen? My minnie does constantly deave me, And bids me beware o' young men; They flatter, she says, to deceive me; But wha can think sae o