The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... thee For the Sake o ' Somebody The lovely Lass of Inverness O May , thy Morn .... 0 , wat ye wha's in yon Town A red , red Rose ... A Vision Nae gentle Dames ... 114 115 116 117 118 119 119 120 121 122 122 ..... 123 123 124 125 126 127 ...
... thee For the Sake o ' Somebody The lovely Lass of Inverness O May , thy Morn .... 0 , wat ye wha's in yon Town A red , red Rose ... A Vision Nae gentle Dames ... 114 115 116 117 118 119 119 120 121 122 122 ..... 123 123 124 125 126 127 ...
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... thee ...... 146 Thou hast left me ever , Jamie ..... 147 Where are the Joys ........ 147 O , saw ye my Dear ..... 148 Let not Woman e'er complain My Chloris 148 149 Charming Month of May O Philly Canst thou leave me thus Can I cease to ...
... thee ...... 146 Thou hast left me ever , Jamie ..... 147 Where are the Joys ........ 147 O , saw ye my Dear ..... 148 Let not Woman e'er complain My Chloris 148 149 Charming Month of May O Philly Canst thou leave me thus Can I cease to ...
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... thee yet .. On Cessnock Banks Wae is my Heart Powers Celestial ....... The Heather was blooming Young Peggy There was a Lad Imitation of an old Jacobite Song . To Mary Mary Morison . Wild War's deadly Blast ... My Father was a Farmer ...
... thee yet .. On Cessnock Banks Wae is my Heart Powers Celestial ....... The Heather was blooming Young Peggy There was a Lad Imitation of an old Jacobite Song . To Mary Mary Morison . Wild War's deadly Blast ... My Father was a Farmer ...
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... Thee , Spring , again with joy shall others greet ; Me , mem'ry of my loss will only meet . MONODY ON A LADY FAMED FOR HER CAPRICE . How cold is that bosom which folly once fir'd , How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten'd ...
... Thee , Spring , again with joy shall others greet ; Me , mem'ry of my loss will only meet . MONODY ON A LADY FAMED FOR HER CAPRICE . How cold is that bosom which folly once fir'd , How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten'd ...
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... thee , Author of this opening day ! Thou whose bright sun now gilds the orient skies ! Riches denied , thy boon was purer joys , ' What wealth could never give nor take away ! Yet come , thou child of poverty and care ; The mite high ...
... thee , Author of this opening day ! Thou whose bright sun now gilds the orient skies ! Riches denied , thy boon was purer joys , ' What wealth could never give nor take away ! Yet come , thou child of poverty and care ; The mite high ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks birds Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie blue Bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast Burns CESSNOCK charms Chloris CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie dimin DUMFRIES e'en e'er fair fairest Farewell Flow gently flowers fortune's frae glen green hame heart Highland ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee luve Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy ne'er night o'er owre Phillis pleasure poison'd rantin roar ROB MORRIS sing Skelpin song sorrow sparklin spring stream sweet sweet Afton sweetly syne tear There's thine Thou hast thro tocher TUNE-The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll yon town young
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Página 129 - 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 177 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Página 205 - 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 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 142 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly Had we never lov'd sae blindly Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Página 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Página 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie 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 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Página 129 - 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
Página 175 - 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...
Página 142 - AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears 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.