The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry |
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... 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 .......... A Mother's Lament for the Death of her Son ... Amang the Trees Bonnie Lesley ...
... 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 .......... A Mother's Lament for the Death of her Son ... Amang the Trees Bonnie Lesley ...
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... with the hounds , The happy tenants share his rounds ; Coila's fair Rachael's care to - day , And blooming Keith's engaged with Gray ) SKETCH . - NEW YEAR'S DAY . From housewife cares 10 SKETCH . - NEW'S YEAR'S DAY . Sketch-New Year's.
... with the hounds , The happy tenants share his rounds ; Coila's fair Rachael's care to - day , And blooming Keith's engaged with Gray ) SKETCH . - NEW YEAR'S DAY . From housewife cares 10 SKETCH . - NEW'S YEAR'S DAY . Sketch-New Year's.
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... bloom'd sweetest in Coila's green vale , The pride of my bosom , my Mary's no more . No more by the banks of the streamlet we'll wander , [ wave ; And smile at the moon's rimpled face in the No more shall my arms cling with fondness ...
... bloom'd sweetest in Coila's green vale , The pride of my bosom , my Mary's no more . No more by the banks of the streamlet we'll wander , [ wave ; And smile at the moon's rimpled face in the No more shall my arms cling with fondness ...
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... blooming heather ; But Yarrow braes nor Ettric shaws , Can match the lads o ' Galla water . But there is ane , a secret ane , Aboon them a ' I lo'e him better ; And I'll be his , and he'll be mine , The bonnie lad o ' Galla water ...
... blooming heather ; But Yarrow braes nor Ettric shaws , Can match the lads o ' Galla water . But there is ane , a secret ane , Aboon them a ' I lo'e him better ; And I'll be his , and he'll be mine , The bonnie lad o ' Galla water ...
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... Glad did I share ; While yon wild flowers among , Chance led me there : Sweet to the opening day , Rosebuds bent the dewy spray ; Such thy bloom ! did I say , Phillis the fair . 65 66 HAD I A CAVE ... BY ALLAN STREAM .
... Glad did I share ; While yon wild flowers among , Chance led me there : Sweet to the opening day , Rosebuds bent the dewy spray ; Such thy bloom ! did I say , Phillis the fair . 65 66 HAD I A CAVE ... BY ALLAN STREAM .
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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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Page 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
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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
Page 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...
Page 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.