The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Strana 5
... Winds around her blowing 85 86 87 88 88 89 91 92 92 93 94 94 95 96 Musing on the roaring Ocean 96 ........ A Rose - bud by my early Walk ..... Blithe was she Where , braving angry Winter's Storms 97 98 99 Tibbie , I hae seen the Day 99 ...
... Winds around her blowing 85 86 87 88 88 89 91 92 92 93 94 94 95 96 Musing on the roaring Ocean 96 ........ A Rose - bud by my early Walk ..... Blithe was she Where , braving angry Winter's Storms 97 98 99 Tibbie , I hae seen the Day 99 ...
Strana 7
... winds , and slaught'rin guns .. Behind yon hills where Lugar flows .. 154 155 157 159 160 162 Green grow the Rashes 163 Again rejoicing nature sees 164 The gloomy night is gath'ring fast 166 From thee , Eliza , I must go 167 The ...
... winds , and slaught'rin guns .. Behind yon hills where Lugar flows .. 154 155 157 159 160 162 Green grow the Rashes 163 Again rejoicing nature sees 164 The gloomy night is gath'ring fast 166 From thee , Eliza , I must go 167 The ...
Strana 10
... winds th ' exhausted chain , To run the twelvemonth's length again : I see the old , bald - pated fellow , With ardent eyes , complexion sallow , Adjust the unimpair'd machine , To wheel the equal , dull routine . The absent lover ...
... winds th ' exhausted chain , To run the twelvemonth's length again : I see the old , bald - pated fellow , With ardent eyes , complexion sallow , Adjust the unimpair'd machine , To wheel the equal , dull routine . The absent lover ...
Strana 20
... wind , he hangs A gibbet's tassel . But lest you think I am uncivil , To plague you with this draunting drivel , Abjuring a ' intentions evil , I quat my pen : The Lord preserve us frae the devil ! Amen ! amen ! ΤΟ ROBERT GRAHAM , ESQ ...
... wind , he hangs A gibbet's tassel . But lest you think I am uncivil , To plague you with this draunting drivel , Abjuring a ' intentions evil , I quat my pen : The Lord preserve us frae the devil ! Amen ! amen ! ΤΟ ROBERT GRAHAM , ESQ ...
Strana 26
... winds of winter incessantly rave , What woes wring my heart while intently sur- veying [ wave . The storm's gloomy path on the breast of the Ye foam - crested billows , allow me to wail , Ere ye toss me afar from my lov'd native shore ...
... winds of winter incessantly rave , What woes wring my heart while intently sur- veying [ wave . The storm's gloomy path on the breast of the Ye foam - crested billows , allow me to wail , Ere ye toss me afar from my lov'd native shore ...
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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
Populárne pasáže
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.