Poems, Zväzok 2trustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
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Strana 4
... happy , We think na on the lang Scots miles , The mosses , waters , slaps , and styles , That lie between us and our hame , Whare sits our sulky sullen dame , Gath'ring her brows like gath'ring storm , Nursing her wrath to keep it warm ...
... happy , We think na on the lang Scots miles , The mosses , waters , slaps , and styles , That lie between us and our hame , Whare sits our sulky sullen dame , Gath'ring her brows like gath'ring storm , Nursing her wrath to keep it warm ...
Strana 5
... , sweet and precious : The souter tauld his queerest stories ; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus : The storm without might rair and rustle , Tam did na mind the storm a whistle . Care , mad to see a man sae happy , A 2 5.
... , sweet and precious : The souter tauld his queerest stories ; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus : The storm without might rair and rustle , Tam did na mind the storm a whistle . Care , mad to see a man sae happy , A 2 5.
Strana 6
Robert Burns. Care , mad to see a man sae happy , E'en drown'd himself amang the nappy ; As bees flee hame wi ' lades o ' treasure , The minutes wing'd their way wi ' pleasure : Kings may be blest , but Tam was glorious , O'er a ' the ...
Robert Burns. Care , mad to see a man sae happy , E'en drown'd himself amang the nappy ; As bees flee hame wi ' lades o ' treasure , The minutes wing'd their way wi ' pleasure : Kings may be blest , but Tam was glorious , O'er a ' the ...
Strana 17
... grief - worn eyes To scenes beyond the grave . Virtue's blossoms there shall blow , And fear no withering blast ; There Isabella's spotless worth Shall happy be at last . THE HUMBLE PETITION OF BRUAR WATER * TO THE NOBLE 17.
... grief - worn eyes To scenes beyond the grave . Virtue's blossoms there shall blow , And fear no withering blast ; There Isabella's spotless worth Shall happy be at last . THE HUMBLE PETITION OF BRUAR WATER * TO THE NOBLE 17.
Strana 21
... happy too , at vernal dawn , Some musing bard may stray , And eye the smoking dewy - lawn , And misty mountain , grey ; Or , by the reaper's nightly beam , Mild - chequering thro ' the trees , Rave to my darkly dashing stream , Hoarse ...
... happy too , at vernal dawn , Some musing bard may stray , And eye the smoking dewy - lawn , And misty mountain , grey ; Or , by the reaper's nightly beam , Mild - chequering thro ' the trees , Rave to my darkly dashing stream , Hoarse ...
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admiration ain dear Amang ance auld Ayrshire bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest Blythe Bonny lassie bosom braes braw John Highlandman brunstane character charms CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie e'en e'er elekit fair Flow gently flowers frae Francis lay gallant gear genius Glen grace gude ha'e hame happy heart heaven herds Highland humour ilka John Anderson Kilmarnock Lal de daudle Lal de lal lass lave o't love thee luve mair Mauchline maun meikle merry ploughboy mind mony muse ne'er never night o'er owre the lave play'd pleasure poem poet poor racters RECITATIVO roar ROB MORRIS ROBERT BURNS Shanter Sing skelpin sodger laddie SONG soul Strathspey sweet Afton taste thegither There's thou thro Tibbie tion wander weel whistle owre wild Willie wind ye'll yon town
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Strana 4 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Strana 116 - MY JO. 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 snaw ; 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...
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Strana 6 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Strana 5 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Strana 11 - Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. — Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Strana 159 - 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 10 - As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans A' plump and strapping, in their teens ; Their sarks instead o...
Strana 13 - The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Strana 12 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin ! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin ! Kate soon will be a woefu...