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... amang the dead . POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no ...
... amang the dead . POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no ...
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... amang them a ' : ' Ye are na Mary Morrison . ' Oh Mary , canst thou wreck his peace , Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? dust Or canst thou break that heart of his , Whase 32 [ 1783 MARY MORRISON . SONG - Mary Morrison.
... amang them a ' : ' Ye are na Mary Morrison . ' Oh Mary , canst thou wreck his peace , Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? dust Or canst thou break that heart of his , Whase 32 [ 1783 MARY MORRISON . SONG - Mary Morrison.
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... Amang the rigs o ' barley ; I kent her heart was a ' my ain ; I loved her most sincerely ; VOL . I. 3 I kissed her owre and owre again Amang the rigs ÆT . 25. ] 33 THE RIGS O ' BARLEY . SONG - The Rigs o' Barley.
... Amang the rigs o ' barley ; I kent her heart was a ' my ain ; I loved her most sincerely ; VOL . I. 3 I kissed her owre and owre again Amang the rigs ÆT . 25. ] 33 THE RIGS O ' BARLEY . SONG - The Rigs o' Barley.
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... Amang the rigs o ' barley ! But by the moon and stars so bright , That shone that hour so clearly , She aye shall bless that happy night Amang the rigs o ' barley ! I hae been blithe wi ' comrades dear ; I hae been merry drinkin ' ; I ...
... Amang the rigs o ' barley ! But by the moon and stars so bright , That shone that hour so clearly , She aye shall bless that happy night Amang the rigs o ' barley ! I hae been blithe wi ' comrades dear ; I hae been merry drinkin ' ; I ...
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... Amang the heather , in my plaidie , Yet happy , happy would I be , Had I my dear Montgomery's Peggy . 1 These particulars are from Mrs. Begg . When o'er the hill beat surly storms , And winter ET . 25. ] 335 MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . SONG ...
... Amang the heather , in my plaidie , Yet happy , happy would I be , Had I my dear Montgomery's Peggy . 1 These particulars are from Mrs. Begg . When o'er the hill beat surly storms , And winter ET . 25. ] 335 MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . SONG ...
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aith Amang ance auld baith bard blest blithe bonnie braes braw brunstane Burns Burns's canna cauld Cessnock charms dear death deil dinna e'en e'er Epistle fair fate fear Ferintosh fickle Fortune frae Gavin Hamilton grace guid Halloween hame haud heart Holy honest honour ither John Barleycorn Kilmarnock Laird Lapraik lass Lord Mailie Mauchline maun mind mony Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair Nannie ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre Peggy pleasure plough poem poet poet's poetic poor Prayer pride rhyme rigs ROBERT BURNS rustic sang says Scotch Scotland Scottish sing skelpin sodger song stanza sweet tell tempests storming thee thegither There's thou thought Torbolton TUNE twa glancing sparkling unco verses wander weary weel Whare Whyles ye hae Ye'll ye're young
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Página 253 - Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Página 244 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 254 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er. " Such fate to suffering worth is given, Who long with wants and woes has striven.
Página 135 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Página 138 - My loved, my honored, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!
Página 28 - 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.
Página 272 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Página 140 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Página 146 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace...
Página 170 - See! the smoking bowl before us, Mark our jovial ragged ring! Round and round take up the chorus, And in raptures let us sing.