The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... bird , I listen to thy strain : See aged Winter , ' mid his surly reign , At thy blithe carol clears his furrow'd brow . So in lone Poverty's dominion drear Sits meek Content with light unanxious heart , Welcomes the rapid moments ...
... bird , I listen to thy strain : See aged Winter , ' mid his surly reign , At thy blithe carol clears his furrow'd brow . So in lone Poverty's dominion drear Sits meek Content with light unanxious heart , Welcomes the rapid moments ...
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... birds unco civil ; The tither's something dour o ' treadin , But better stuff ne'er claw'd a midden.- Ye ministers , come mount the poupit , An ' cry till ye be haerse an ' roupet , For Eighty - eight he wish'd you weel , An ' gied you ...
... birds unco civil ; The tither's something dour o ' treadin , But better stuff ne'er claw'd a midden.- Ye ministers , come mount the poupit , An ' cry till ye be haerse an ' roupet , For Eighty - eight he wish'd you weel , An ' gied you ...
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... birds rejoice in leafy bowers , The bees hum round the breathing flowers ; Blithe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are tears of joy : My soul , delightless , a ' surveys , While Willie's far frae Logan braes . Within yon ...
... birds rejoice in leafy bowers , The bees hum round the breathing flowers ; Blithe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are tears of joy : My soul , delightless , a ' surveys , While Willie's far frae Logan braes . Within yon ...
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... bird upon the bush Had ne'er a lighter heart than she . But hawks will rob the tender joys That bless the little ... birds sang sweet in ilka grove ; His cheek to her's he fondly prest , And whisper'd thus his tale o ' love : PHILLIS ...
... bird upon the bush Had ne'er a lighter heart than she . But hawks will rob the tender joys That bless the little ... birds sang sweet in ilka grove ; His cheek to her's he fondly prest , And whisper'd thus his tale o ' love : PHILLIS ...
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... bird's careless song 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 .
... bird's careless song 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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Sida 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
Sida 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!
Sida 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.
Sida 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!
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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
Sida 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
Sida 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...
Sida 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.