The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Volume 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 páginas |
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... Logan , sweetly didst thou glide O Mally's meek , Mally's sweet O Mary , at ... braes . 41 There was a bonnie lass 315 There was a lass and she was fair 88 ... braes and streams around . You're welcome to despots , Dumourier 98 302 15 161 ...
... Logan , sweetly didst thou glide O Mally's meek , Mally's sweet O Mary , at ... braes . 41 There was a bonnie lass 315 There was a lass and she was fair 88 ... braes and streams around . You're welcome to despots , Dumourier 98 302 15 161 ...
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... the song is unworthy of the divine air . I shall try to make or mend . " For ever , Fortune , wilt thou prove , " is a charming song ; but " Logan Burn and Logan Braes " are sweetly susceptible of rural 66 THE WORKS OF ROBERT BURns .
... the song is unworthy of the divine air . I shall try to make or mend . " For ever , Fortune , wilt thou prove , " is a charming song ; but " Logan Burn and Logan Braes " are sweetly susceptible of rural 66 THE WORKS OF ROBERT BURns .
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... Logan Water " ( for I know a good many different ones ) , which I think pretty : - " Now my dear lad maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes . " " My Patie is a Lover gay " is unequal . M " His Mind is never muddy , " is ...
... Logan Water " ( for I know a good many different ones ) , which I think pretty : - " Now my dear lad maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes . " " My Patie is a Lover gay " is unequal . M " His Mind is never muddy , " is ...
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... Logan braes ! II . Again the merry month o ' May Has made our hills and valleys gay ; The birds rejoice in leafy bowers , The bees hum round the breathing flowers : Blythe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are tears of ...
... Logan braes ! II . Again the merry month o ' May Has made our hills and valleys gay ; The birds rejoice in leafy bowers , The bees hum round the breathing flowers : Blythe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are tears of ...
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... Logan braes ! [ Burns in one of his letters says , " I remember the two last lines of a verse in some of the old songs of Logan water , which I think pretty : - " Now my dear lad maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes ...
... Logan braes ! [ Burns in one of his letters says , " I remember the two last lines of a verse in some of the old songs of Logan water , which I think pretty : - " Now my dear lad maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes ...
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Página 22 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the 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 to me as light and life Was my...
Página 51 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or 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',
Página 22 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the 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 to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Página 122 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha s>ae 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 260 - 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 276 - Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume ; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan, Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom. Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk lowly unseen : For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers. A listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean. Tho...
Página 156 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Página 138 - And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Página 52 - O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace Wha for thy sake wad gladly dee ? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ; A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Página 172 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw. Thy bield l should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.