The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry |
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... 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 ! How silent that tongue which the echoes oft tir'd , How dull is that ear which to ...
... 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 ! How silent that tongue which the echoes oft tir'd , How dull is that ear which to ...
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... meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. In mirkest glen , at midnight hour , I'd rove , and ne'er be eerie O , If thro ' that glen I gaed to thee , My ain kind dearie O. Altho ' the night were ne'er sae wild , And I were ne ...
... meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. In mirkest glen , at midnight hour , I'd rove , and ne'er be eerie O , If thro ' that glen I gaed to thee , My ain kind dearie O. Altho ' the night were ne'er sae wild , And I were ne ...
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... ye come to court me , And comena unless the back - yett be a - jee ; Syne up the back - stile , and let naebody see , And come as ye werena comin to me . And come , & c . O , whistle , & c . 67 At kirk , or at market , whene'er ye meet.
... ye come to court me , And comena unless the back - yett be a - jee ; Syne up the back - stile , and let naebody see , And come as ye werena comin to me . And come , & c . O , whistle , & c . 67 At kirk , or at market , whene'er ye meet.
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... meet me , Gang by me as tho ' that ye car'dna a flie : But steal me a blink o ' your bonnie black ee , Yet look as ye werena lookin at me . Yet look , & c . O whistle , & c . Aye vow and protest that ye carena for me , And whiles ye may ...
... meet me , Gang by me as tho ' that ye car'dna a flie : But steal me a blink o ' your bonnie black ee , Yet look as ye werena lookin at me . Yet look , & c . O whistle , & c . Aye vow and protest that ye carena for me , And whiles ye may ...
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... meet the foe ? Let me wander , let me rove , Still my heart is with my love ; Nightly dreams and thoughts by day Are with him that's far away . CHORUS , On the seas and far away , On stormy seas and far away : Nightly dreams and ...
... meet the foe ? Let me wander , let me rove , Still my heart is with my love ; Nightly dreams and thoughts by day Are with him that's far away . CHORUS , On the seas and far away , On stormy seas and far away : Nightly dreams and ...
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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.