The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Zväzok 2
W. Pickering, 1839
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Allan Cunningham Amang auld banks beautiful bonnie bosom braes Burns wrote called charms composed copy dear dearie death edition fair Farewell fate fear flower frae give glen grace green hand happy head hear heart Highland hills honest hope hour I'll John kind lady lass lassie leave letter light lines live look Lord mair meet mind Miss morning Muse nature ne'er never night o'er pleasure poem Poet Poet's poor present pride printed Robert says sent sing song soon sorrow stanza stream sweet tears tell thee There's thing Thomson thou thought thro TUNE verses weel Whistle wild Willie wind winter woman worth written young
Strana 270 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Strana 295 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Strana 307 - O, were my love yon lilac fair Wi' purple blossoms to the spring, And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing, How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild and Winter rude! But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu
Strana 274 - As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o
Strana 248 - 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 snow; 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 242 - 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 328 - I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear; I hae been happy thinking: But a' the pleasures e'er I saw, Tho' three times doubl'd fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o
Strana 294 - 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.
Strana 172 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Strana 263 - Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o