| Tom Turner - 1996 - Počet stránok 262
...hawthorn's blossom! As underneath their fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours, on angel wings. Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear...me as light and life. Was my sweet Highland Mary. The New Sculpture of the late nineteenth century was concerned with the representation of ideas, and... | |
| Sarah Lugg - 2000 - Počet stránok 72
...Never met — or never parted — We had na'er been brokenhearted. — Robert Burns 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. — Robert Burns Whrn you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this... | |
| Ebenezer Cobham Brewer - 2004 - Počet stránok 592
...langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. " Wi' many a vow and locked embrace. Our parting was fu' tender ; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But oh 1 fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's... | |
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