The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil ; And nightly to my bosom strain The bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the slipp'ry steep , Where fame and honours lofty shine ; And thirst of gold ...
... weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil ; And nightly to my bosom strain The bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the slipp'ry steep , Where fame and honours lofty shine ; And thirst of gold ...
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... weary flocks around me pant , Haply in this scorching sun My sailor's thund'ring at his gun : Bullets , spare my only joy ! Bullets , spare my darling boy ! Fate , do with me what you may , Spare but him that's far away ! On the seas ...
... weary flocks around me pant , Haply in this scorching sun My sailor's thund'ring at his gun : Bullets , spare my only joy ! Bullets , spare my darling boy ! Fate , do with me what you may , Spare but him that's far away ! On the seas ...
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... TUNE - Cauld Kail in Aberdeen . How lang and dreary is the night , When I am frae my dearie ; I restless lie frae e'en to morn , Tho ' I were ne'er sae weary . 75 CHORUS . For oh , her lanely nights are lang How lang and dreary.
... TUNE - Cauld Kail in Aberdeen . How lang and dreary is the night , When I am frae my dearie ; I restless lie frae e'en to morn , Tho ' I were ne'er sae weary . 75 CHORUS . For oh , her lanely nights are lang How lang and dreary.
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... but buss or bield , Sinks in time's wintry rage . Oh , age has weary days , And nights o ' sleepless pain ! Thou golden time o ' youthfu ' prime , Why com'st thou not again ! 77 LASSIE WI ' THE LINT - WHITE LOCKS . TUNE But lately seen.
... but buss or bield , Sinks in time's wintry rage . Oh , age has weary days , And nights o ' sleepless pain ! Thou golden time o ' youthfu ' prime , Why com'st thou not again ! 77 LASSIE WI ' THE LINT - WHITE LOCKS . TUNE But lately seen.
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... weary shearer's hameward way , Thro ' yellow waving fields we'll stray , And talk o ' love , my dearie O. Lassie wi ' , & c . And when the howling wintry blast Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest ; Enclasped to my faithfu ' breast , I'll ...
... weary shearer's hameward way , Thro ' yellow waving fields we'll stray , And talk o ' love , my dearie O. Lassie wi ' , & c . And when the howling wintry blast Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest ; Enclasped to my faithfu ' breast , I'll ...
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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.