The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Strana 18
... mair o't , My heal and weal I'll take a care o't A tentier way : Then fareweel folly , hide and hair o't , For ance and aye . SENT TO A GENTLEMAN WHOM HE HAD OFFENDED . THE friend whom wild from wisdom's way The fumes of wine infuriate ...
... mair o't , My heal and weal I'll take a care o't A tentier way : Then fareweel folly , hide and hair o't , For ance and aye . SENT TO A GENTLEMAN WHOM HE HAD OFFENDED . THE friend whom wild from wisdom's way The fumes of wine infuriate ...
Strana 24
... mair vauntie o ' my hap , Douse hingin ' o'er my curple , Than ony ermine ever lap , Or proud imperial purple . Fareweel then , lang heal then , An ' plenty be your fa ' : May losses and crosses hallan ca ' , Ne'er at your March , 1787 ...
... mair vauntie o ' my hap , Douse hingin ' o'er my curple , Than ony ermine ever lap , Or proud imperial purple . Fareweel then , lang heal then , An ' plenty be your fa ' : May losses and crosses hallan ca ' , Ne'er at your March , 1787 ...
Strana 32
... mair wi ' the matter , Ye may hae some pretence to havins and sense , Wi ' people wha ken ye nae better . [ pride , faes will allow , Irvine Side , Irvine Side , wi ' your turkeycock Of manhood but sma ' is your share ; Ye've the figure ...
... mair wi ' the matter , Ye may hae some pretence to havins and sense , Wi ' people wha ken ye nae better . [ pride , faes will allow , Irvine Side , Irvine Side , wi ' your turkeycock Of manhood but sma ' is your share ; Ye've the figure ...
Strana 38
... mair they talk I'm kent the better , E'en let them clash ; An auld wife's tongue's a feckless matter To gie ane fash . Sweet fruit o ' mony a merry dint , My funny toil is now a ' tint , Sin ' thou came to the warld asklent , Which ...
... mair they talk I'm kent the better , E'en let them clash ; An auld wife's tongue's a feckless matter To gie ane fash . Sweet fruit o ' mony a merry dint , My funny toil is now a ' tint , Sin ' thou came to the warld asklent , Which ...
Strana 39
... mair to hear an ' see't , Than stockit mailins . VERSES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW OF THE INN AT CARRON . WE camena here to view your warks In hopes to be mair wise , But only , lest we gang to hell , It may be nae surprise . But when we tirl ...
... mair to hear an ' see't , Than stockit mailins . VERSES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW OF THE INN AT CARRON . WE camena here to view your warks In hopes to be mair wise , But only , lest we gang to hell , It may be nae surprise . But when we tirl ...
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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.