The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Zväzok 39Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... bright The fancy may delight , But never , never can come near the heart . But did you see my dearest Chloris , In simplicity's array ; Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is , Shrinking from the gaze of day . O then , the heart ...
... bright The fancy may delight , But never , never can come near the heart . But did you see my dearest Chloris , In simplicity's array ; Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is , Shrinking from the gaze of day . O then , the heart ...
Strana 23
... Sylvander hie : Depriv'd of thee , his life and light , The sun of all his joy . We part - but by these precious drops That fill thy lovely eyes ! No other light shall guide my steps Till thy bright SONGS . 95 Clarinda,
... Sylvander hie : Depriv'd of thee , his life and light , The sun of all his joy . We part - but by these precious drops That fill thy lovely eyes ! No other light shall guide my steps Till thy bright SONGS . 95 Clarinda,
Strana 24
... bright beams arise . She , the fair sun of all her sex , Has blest my glorious day : And shall a glimmering planet fix My worship to its ray ? THE DAY RETURNS , MY BOSOM BURNS . Tune , ' Seventh of November . " THE day returns , my ...
... bright beams arise . She , the fair sun of all her sex , Has blest my glorious day : And shall a glimmering planet fix My worship to its ray ? THE DAY RETURNS , MY BOSOM BURNS . Tune , ' Seventh of November . " THE day returns , my ...
Strana 28
... bright to wyle us hame , But by my sooth she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou , & c . Wha first shall rise to gang awa , A cuckold , coward loun is he ! Wha last beside his chair shall fa ' , He is the king amang us three ! We are na fou ...
... bright to wyle us hame , But by my sooth she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou , & c . Wha first shall rise to gang awa , A cuckold , coward loun is he ! Wha last beside his chair shall fa ' , He is the king amang us three ! We are na fou ...
Strana 29
... bright ; Her lips like roses , wat wi ' dew , Her heaving bosom , lily - white ; - It was her een sae bonnie blue . She talk'd , she smil'd , my heart she wyl'd , She charm'd my soul , I wist na how ; And ay the stound , the deadly ...
... bright ; Her lips like roses , wat wi ' dew , Her heaving bosom , lily - white ; - It was her een sae bonnie blue . She talk'd , she smil'd , my heart she wyl'd , She charm'd my soul , I wist na how ; And ay the stound , the deadly ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Zväzok 39 Ezekiel Sanford Úplné zobrazenie - 1822 |
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amang ance auld baith bawn Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonie bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns busk Caledonia canna canty cauld charms cheer claut cried dear e'en e'er fair fate fause flower frae friendship gang glen green hame Harp heart Heaven Hector Macneill Here's a health highland highland laddie ilka Jamaica Jean Jeanie John Anderson Johnie joys lass lassie lo'es luve lyre Macneill maun mither mony morn muse nae mair ne'er night numbers o'er owre pleasure poem round sang Scottish shore sigh'd sing skelpin smile snaw song sorrow sparklin strain stream sweet tear thee There's thou thro Tune warm weel ween Whan Whar wild Willie's wind XXXIX ye'll young
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Strana 71 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee : Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Strana 27 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs, WJ.
Strana 13 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...
Strana 44 - Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills ; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Strana 131 - MY HEART'S in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Strana 30 - 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...
Strana 132 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here : My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Strana 50 - As fair art thou, my bonie 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' the sun : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
Strana 28 - It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou', etc.
Strana 130 - An' fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o...