The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Volume 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 páginas |
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... love - song- " Saw ye my Phely " - Remarks and anecdotes " How long and dreary is the night " - " Let no woman e'er complain " - " The Lover's morning salute to his mistress " . LXI . Mr. T. to BURNS . Wishes he knew the inspiring Fair ...
... love - song- " Saw ye my Phely " - Remarks and anecdotes " How long and dreary is the night " - " Let no woman e'er complain " - " The Lover's morning salute to his mistress " . LXI . Mr. T. to BURNS . Wishes he knew the inspiring Fair ...
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... love , no comfort near " . LXXXII . BURNS to Mr. T. " Last May a braw wooer came down the lang glen " — " Why , why tell thy lover ? " .... 300 LXXXIII . Mr. T. to BURNS ......... .. SONGS . 306 The Highland widow's lament ...... 308 To ...
... love , no comfort near " . LXXXII . BURNS to Mr. T. " Last May a braw wooer came down the lang glen " — " Why , why tell thy lover ? " .... 300 LXXXIII . Mr. T. to BURNS ......... .. SONGS . 306 The Highland widow's lament ...... 308 To ...
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... love ... O Philly , happy be that day Page 308 64 264 250 31 81 316 51 48 55 39 230 19 O saw ye bonny Lesley ... O ... lover .... Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary ? Wilt thou be my dearie ? Ye banks and braes and streams around . You ...
... love ... O Philly , happy be that day Page 308 64 264 250 31 81 316 51 48 55 39 230 19 O saw ye bonny Lesley ... O ... lover .... Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary ? Wilt thou be my dearie ? Ye banks and braes and streams around . You ...
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... lovers might meet on the lea - rig , " although the night were ne'er so wild , " that is , although the summer - wind blew , the sky lowered , and the thunder murmured : such circumstances might render their meeting still more ...
... lovers might meet on the lea - rig , " although the night were ne'er so wild , " that is , although the summer - wind blew , the sky lowered , and the thunder murmured : such circumstances might render their meeting still more ...
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... love - songs were the breathings of ardent passion , and though it might have been easy in after - times to have given them a polish , yet that polish , to me , whose they were , and who perhaps alone cared for them , would have defaced ...
... love - songs were the breathings of ardent passion , and though it might have been easy in after - times to have given them a polish , yet that polish , to me , whose they were , and who perhaps alone cared for them , would have defaced ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ae night Allan Allan Ramsay alter anither auld lang syne Auld Rob Morris ballad beautiful bonnie bosom braw BURNS TO G Caledonia charming Chloe Chloris Clarke composed dear Sir dearie Dumfries Ecclefechan Edinburgh eyes fair fancy favourite flowers frae give hame heart heaven Here's a health heroine Highland Mary honour jacobite Jeanie lady lass lassie Lesley letter lines lo'e Logan braes Lord Gregory lover lyric mair maun melodies merit Mill muse ne'er never Nith o'er old song Phely Phillis pleased Pleyel Poet poetry Rob Morris Robert Burns Robin Adair Saw ye Scotland Scots Scottish songs sentiment simplicity sing sodger stanzas suit sung sweet syne taste tender thee THOMSON TO BURNS thro tune verses wander wee thing whistle wild Willie wooing o't words young Jessie
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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'.