The Scottish Minstrel: Being a Complete Collection of Burns' Songs ; Together with His Correspondence with Mr. Thomson ; to which is Added and New and Complete GlossaryBenjamin Warner, 1818 - 312 Seiten |
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... Nature sees , " Song , 223 " The gloomy night is gathering fast , " 224 Song , " From thee , Eliza , I must go , " 226 The Farewell , to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge , Tarbolton , 226 Song , " No churchman am I for to rail and to ...
... Nature sees , " Song , 223 " The gloomy night is gathering fast , " 224 Song , " From thee , Eliza , I must go , " 226 The Farewell , to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge , Tarbolton , 226 Song , " No churchman am I for to rail and to ...
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... nature sees , " 66 Song , Amang the trees where humming bees , " Song , " Anna , thy charms my bosom fire , " 229 Song , " Behind yon hills where Lugar flows , " 220 Song , " Fromt hee , Eliza , I must go , " 226 253 Song , " Here's a ...
... nature sees , " 66 Song , Amang the trees where humming bees , " Song , " Anna , thy charms my bosom fire , " 229 Song , " Behind yon hills where Lugar flows , " 220 Song , " Fromt hee , Eliza , I must go , " 226 253 Song , " Here's a ...
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... nature sees Page . 226 67 252 223 30 Altho ' my bed were in yon muir 271 Amang the trees where humming bees 268 Ance mair I hail thee , thou gloomy December 201 Anna , thy charms my bosom fire 229 An ' O for ane and twenty , Tam 194 A ...
... nature sees Page . 226 67 252 223 30 Altho ' my bed were in yon muir 271 Amang the trees where humming bees 268 Ance mair I hail thee , thou gloomy December 201 Anna , thy charms my bosom fire 229 An ' O for ane and twenty , Tam 194 A ...
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... nature Now rosy May comes in wi ' flowers Now spring has clad the grove in green 254 139 69 155 Now westlin winds , and slaught'ring guns O bonnie was yon rosy brier 219 156 O cam ye here the fight to shun 235 O condescend , dear ...
... nature Now rosy May comes in wi ' flowers Now spring has clad the grove in green 254 139 69 155 Now westlin winds , and slaught'ring guns O bonnie was yon rosy brier 219 156 O cam ye here the fight to shun 235 O condescend , dear ...
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... nature of which is ex- plained in the first number of the following se- ries * . The undertaking of Mr. Thomson , is one on which the public may be congratulated in va- rious points of view ; not merely as having col- lected the finest ...
... nature of which is ex- plained in the first number of the following se- ries * . The undertaking of Mr. Thomson , is one on which the public may be congratulated in va- rious points of view ; not merely as having col- lected the finest ...
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter amang auld auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blythe bonie bonnie bosom braes breast BURNS Caledonia Cauld charming Chloris CHORUS claute Coila dainty Davie dear sir dearest dearie Deil delight e'en Edinburgh English song fair fancy favourite flowers frae give glen hame happy heart heaven Highland ilka John Anderson lass lassie Lassie wi Leiger lo'es Lord Gregory lover mair Mary maun merit mony morning muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure poet poetry Rob Morris Robin Adair Saw ye Scotland Scots Scottish sing sparklin stanza suit sung sweet syne taste thee There's thine THOMSON thro tune verses wander weary wee thing whistle wild Willie Wilt thou winding young Jessie
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Seite 207 - And they hae taen his very heart's blood, And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound. John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise ; For if you do but taste his blood, Twill make your courage rise. 'Twill make a man forget his woe; 'Twill heighten all his joy : 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing, Tho
Seite 200 - MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June : O, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Seite 18 - 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!
Seite 137 - 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
Seite 136 - Man for 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' that. For a
Seite 137 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a
Seite 230 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Seite 136 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. " What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Seite 16 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Seite 201 - 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' the sun! And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o