The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Strana 16
... hope or fear . I thank thee , Author of this opening day ! Thou whose bright sun now gilds the orient skies ! Riches denied , thy boon was purer joys , ' What wealth could never give nor take away ! Yet come , thou child of poverty and ...
... hope or fear . I thank thee , Author of this opening day ! Thou whose bright sun now gilds the orient skies ! Riches denied , thy boon was purer joys , ' What wealth could never give nor take away ! Yet come , thou child of poverty and ...
Strana 26
... hope , to learn ! Thou beardless boy , I pray tak care , Thou now has got thy Daddy's chair , Nae hand - cuff'd , mizzl'd , hap - shackl'd Regent , But , like himsel , a full free agent . Be sure ye follow out the plan Nae waur than he ...
... hope , to learn ! Thou beardless boy , I pray tak care , Thou now has got thy Daddy's chair , Nae hand - cuff'd , mizzl'd , hap - shackl'd Regent , But , like himsel , a full free agent . Be sure ye follow out the plan Nae waur than he ...
Strana 29
... hope is born but to expire ! Relentless fate has laid this guardian low.— My patriot falls , but shall he lie unsung , 29 While empty greatness saves a worthless name ? No ; every Muse shall join her tuneful tongue , And future ages ...
... hope is born but to expire ! Relentless fate has laid this guardian low.— My patriot falls , but shall he lie unsung , 29 While empty greatness saves a worthless name ? No ; every Muse shall join her tuneful tongue , And future ages ...
Strana 35
... hope frae heav'n to see them yet In fiery flame . D- e has been lang our fae , M'- -ll has wrought us meikle wae , And that curs'd rascal ca'd M'- -e , And baith the S - s , That aft hae made us black and blae , Wi ' vengefu ' paws ...
... hope frae heav'n to see them yet In fiery flame . D- e has been lang our fae , M'- -ll has wrought us meikle wae , And that curs'd rascal ca'd M'- -e , And baith the S - s , That aft hae made us black and blae , Wi ' vengefu ' paws ...
Strana 55
... hope to come speed , The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead . The day comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as ...
... hope to come speed , The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead . The day comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as ...
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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.