The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Strana 15
... bear this hated doom severe ? My cheerless suns no pleasure know ; Night's horrid car drags , dreary , slow ; My dismal months no joys are crowning , But spleeny English , hanging , drowning . Now , Jove , for once be mighty civil , To ...
... bear this hated doom severe ? My cheerless suns no pleasure know ; Night's horrid car drags , dreary , slow ; My dismal months no joys are crowning , But spleeny English , hanging , drowning . Now , Jove , for once be mighty civil , To ...
Strana 18
... bear't in mind . So may the auld year gang out moaning To see the new come laden , groaning , Wi ' double plenty o'er the loanin Domestic peace To thee and thine ; and comforts crowning The hale design . POSTSCRIPT . Ye've heard this ...
... bear't in mind . So may the auld year gang out moaning To see the new come laden , groaning , Wi ' double plenty o'er the loanin Domestic peace To thee and thine ; and comforts crowning The hale design . POSTSCRIPT . Ye've heard this ...
Strana 23
... bear , I turn'd my weeding heuk aside , An ' spar'd the symbol dear . No nation , no station , My envy e'er could raise ; A Scot still , but blot still , I knew nae higher praise . But still the elements o ' sang In formless jumble ...
... bear , I turn'd my weeding heuk aside , An ' spar'd the symbol dear . No nation , no station , My envy e'er could raise ; A Scot still , but blot still , I knew nae higher praise . But still the elements o ' sang In formless jumble ...
Strana 29
... bear his growing fame . And I will join a mother's tender cares , Thro ' future times to make his virtues last , That distant years may boast of other Blairs , ' - She said , and vanish'd with the sweeping blast . WRITTEN ON THE BLANK ...
... bear his growing fame . And I will join a mother's tender cares , Thro ' future times to make his virtues last , That distant years may boast of other Blairs , ' - She said , and vanish'd with the sweeping blast . WRITTEN ON THE BLANK ...
Strana 50
... Bear this in mind , be deaf and blind , Let great folks hear and see . LINES , WRITTEN ON A WINDOW , AT THE KING'S ARMS TAVERN , Dumfries . YE men of wit and wealth , why all this sneering ' Gainst poor Excisemen ? give the cause a hear ...
... Bear this in mind , be deaf and blind , Let great folks hear and see . LINES , WRITTEN ON A WINDOW , AT THE KING'S ARMS TAVERN , Dumfries . YE men of wit and wealth , why all this sneering ' Gainst poor Excisemen ? give the cause a hear ...
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ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks birds Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie blue Bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast Burns CESSNOCK charms Chloris CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie dimin DUMFRIES e'en e'er fair fairest Farewell Flow gently flowers fortune's frae glen green hame heart Highland ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee luve Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy ne'er night o'er owre Phillis pleasure poison'd rantin roar ROB MORRIS sing Skelpin song sorrow sparklin spring stream sweet sweet Afton sweetly syne tear There's thine Thou hast thro tocher TUNE-The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll yon town young
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Strana 129 - As fair art thou, my bonnie 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
Strana 177 - 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!
Strana 205 - 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.
Strana 142 - 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!
Strana 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Strana 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Strana 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Strana 129 - 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
Strana 175 - 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...
Strana 142 - 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. 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.