Robert Burns: The Poems, Epistles, Songs, Epigrams & Epitaphs, Volume 2C. Wilson, 1896 |
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... Lo'e Dear O wert thou in the Cauld Blast 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 198 199 200 200 201 Fairest Maid on Devon Banks . BALLADS John Barleycorn , When Guilford Good our Pilot stood The Battle of Sheriff - Muir The Dean of Faculty The ...
... Lo'e Dear O wert thou in the Cauld Blast 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 198 199 200 200 201 Fairest Maid on Devon Banks . BALLADS John Barleycorn , When Guilford Good our Pilot stood The Battle of Sheriff - Muir The Dean of Faculty The ...
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... lo'e her mysel , but darena weel tell , My poverty keeps me in awe , man , For making o ' rhymes , and working at times , Does little or naething at a ' , man . Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse , Nor ha'e ' t in her power to say na ...
... lo'e her mysel , but darena weel tell , My poverty keeps me in awe , man , For making o ' rhymes , and working at times , Does little or naething at a ' , man . Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse , Nor ha'e ' t in her power to say na ...
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... lo'e thee . O dinna think , my pretty pink , But I can live without thee : I vow and swear I dinna care How lang ye look about ye . Thou'rt aye sae free informing me Thou hast nae mind 7 Here's to thy Health, my Bonnie Lass.
... lo'e thee . O dinna think , my pretty pink , But I can live without thee : I vow and swear I dinna care How lang ye look about ye . Thou'rt aye sae free informing me Thou hast nae mind 7 Here's to thy Health, my Bonnie Lass.
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... lo'e the dear lassie because she lo'es me . To beauty what man but maun yield him a prize , In her armour of glances , and blushes , and sighs ? And when wit and refinement hae polish'd her darts , They dazzle our een , as they fly to ...
... lo'e the dear lassie because she lo'es me . To beauty what man but maun yield him a prize , In her armour of glances , and blushes , and sighs ? And when wit and refinement hae polish'd her darts , They dazzle our een , as they fly to ...
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... lo'e best Is o'er the hills and far awa ? It's no the frosty winter wind , It's no the driving drift and snaw ; But aye the tear comes in my e'e , To think on him that's far awa . My father pat me frae his door , My friends they hae ...
... lo'e best Is o'er the hills and far awa ? It's no the frosty winter wind , It's no the driving drift and snaw ; But aye the tear comes in my e'e , To think on him that's far awa . My father pat me frae his door , My friends they hae ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ae night Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes Burns Burns's Buy braw troggin cauld charms Chloris CHORUS Craigieburn dear dearie death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ecclefechan Eppie fair Farewell Fête Champêtre flowers frae Gala Water Galloway glen Glossary of Scots grace green hame heart Here's a health Highland ilka Jamie Jean Jeanie John John Barleycorn Johnny Kilmarnock Laird lassie lo'e Lon'on Lord luve maid mair Mally's Mary Mauchline maun Miller Miss monie morning nane ne'er Netherplace never Notes to Vol o'er owre Poet Scots Words sing sodger song sweet Tarbolton thee thou hast thro thyme TUNE TUNE-"The wander wat ye waur weary weel Whigs wife wild Willie wind winna Woodley Park yon toun
Passagens conhecidas
Página 154 - 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
Página 176 - Wear hodden-gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a
Página 82 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. 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.
Página 254 - EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool ? Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a Bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, . That weekly this area throng?
Página 104 - 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.
Página 74 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony 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.
Página 145 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or Freeman fa...
Página 177 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 176 - FOR A' THAT, AND A' THAT. Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that; The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Página 67 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.