The Heroines of Burns and Their Celebrating SongsAlexander Gardner, 1906 - 193 strán (strany) |
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... muse , and selected as the heroines of his songs , have place and power in the world of thought , and are cherished in the popular imagina- tion to - day solely from that fact . Who in these days , may it be asked , would know that ...
... muse , and selected as the heroines of his songs , have place and power in the world of thought , and are cherished in the popular imagina- tion to - day solely from that fact . Who in these days , may it be asked , would know that ...
Strana 36
... muse upon my charmer . * The partridge loves the fruitfull fells , The plover loves the mountains ; The woodcock haunts the lonely dells , The soaring hern the fountains : Thro ' lofty groves the cushat roves , The path of man to shun ...
... muse upon my charmer . * The partridge loves the fruitfull fells , The plover loves the mountains ; The woodcock haunts the lonely dells , The soaring hern the fountains : Thro ' lofty groves the cushat roves , The path of man to shun ...
Strana 40
... muse , if not his heart , were the sisters Jean and Annie Ronald , concerning whom he composed THE RONALDS OF THE BENNALS . In Tarbolton , ye ken , there are proper young men , And proper young lasses and a ' , man ; But ken ye the ...
... muse , if not his heart , were the sisters Jean and Annie Ronald , concerning whom he composed THE RONALDS OF THE BENNALS . In Tarbolton , ye ken , there are proper young men , And proper young lasses and a ' , man ; But ken ye the ...
Strana 42
... muse is affected there , however , as I have hinted , and not the man ; and as a song , even , and an early one to boot , the piece is not of much account . It is an off - hand skit merely a boyish freak - complimentary here and there ...
... muse is affected there , however , as I have hinted , and not the man ; and as a song , even , and an early one to boot , the piece is not of much account . It is an off - hand skit merely a boyish freak - complimentary here and there ...
Strana 69
... Muses ' well , My Muse maun be thy bonnie sel ' , On Corsincon I'll glower and spell , And write how dear I love thee . Then come , sweet Muse , inspire my lay ! JEAN ARMOUR 69.
... Muses ' well , My Muse maun be thy bonnie sel ' , On Corsincon I'll glower and spell , And write how dear I love thee . Then come , sweet Muse , inspire my lay ! JEAN ARMOUR 69.
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