The works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a criticism on his writings. To which are prefixed, some observations on the character and condition of the Scottish peasantry. As ed. by J. Currie, Issue 673, Volume 41816 |
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... flowers - O bonnie was yon rosy brier O cam ye here the fight to shun O condescend , dear charming maid O gin my love were yon read rose 79 85 259 106 58 O had the malt thy strength of mind 272 O ken ye what Meg o ' the Mill has gotten ...
... flowers - O bonnie was yon rosy brier O cam ye here the fight to shun O condescend , dear charming maid O gin my love were yon read rose 79 85 259 106 58 O had the malt thy strength of mind 272 O ken ye what Meg o ' the Mill has gotten ...
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... flower Raving winds around her blowing Revered defender of beauteous Stuart 302 209 253 Sae flaxen were her ringlets Scots , wha hae wi ' Wallace bled 123 83 Sensibility , how charming She is a winsome wee thing · 285 - 12 She's fair ...
... flower Raving winds around her blowing Revered defender of beauteous Stuart 302 209 253 Sae flaxen were her ringlets Scots , wha hae wi ' Wallace bled 123 83 Sensibility , how charming She is a winsome wee thing · 285 - 12 She's fair ...
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... flowers , Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfald her robes , And there the langest tarry : For there I took the last fareweel O ' my sweet Highland Mary . 1 How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's ...
... flowers , Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfald her robes , And there the langest tarry : For there I took the last fareweel O ' my sweet Highland Mary . 1 How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's ...
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... flower sae early ! Now green's the sod , and cauld's the clay , That wraps my Highland Mary ! O pale , pale now , those rosy lips , I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And clos'd for ay , the sparkling glance , That dwelt on me sae kindly ...
... flower sae early ! Now green's the sod , and cauld's the clay , That wraps my Highland Mary ! O pale , pale now , those rosy lips , I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And clos'd for ay , the sparkling glance , That dwelt on me sae kindly ...
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... Flowers of English Song , well adapted to those melodies , which in Eng- land at least will be the means of recommending them to still greater attention than they have pro- cured there . But you will observe , my plan is , that every ...
... Flowers of English Song , well adapted to those melodies , which in Eng- land at least will be the means of recommending them to still greater attention than they have pro- cured there . But you will observe , my plan is , that every ...
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admire ain dear Allan alter amang anither auld lang syne ballad bard BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN beautiful bonnie Bonnie Dundee bosom braw breast BURNS Caledonia charming chorus claute Coila dainty Davie daugh dear Sir dearest dearie Duncan Gray Edinburgh English verses fair fancy fine air flowers frae Galla water give glen happy heart Heaven Highland Mary honour Irvine water Jeanie John Anderson Johnson's Museum lass lassie lea-rig lo'e Logan braes Lord Gregory lover mair maun mend merit mony muse Nanie ne'er never night o'er Phillis pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry poor Rob Morris Robin Adair Scots Scottish songs sentiment singing sodger stanza suit sung sweet taste thee THOMSON Thou hast thro tune wandering Willie whistle wild Willie's words young JESSIE
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Page 81 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae 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?
Page 237 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Page 238 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Page 333 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride ; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 221 - But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 19 - 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!
Page 333 - He who stills the raven's clamorous nest, And decks the lily fair in flowery pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Page 217 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 197 - ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho' even hope is denied ; 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing, Than aught in the world beside — Jessy ! Here's a health, &c. I mourn thro' the gay, gaudy day, As, hopeless, I muse on thy charms : But welcome the dream o' sweet slumber, For then I am lockt in thy arms — Jessy ! Here's a health, &c.
Page 224 - Glen? My minnie does constantly deave me, And bids me beware o' young men; They flatter, she says, to deceive me; But wha can think sae o