The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... wave . The storm's gloomy path on the breast of the Ye foam - crested billows , allow me to wail , Ere ye toss me afar from my lov'd native shore ; Where the flower which bloom'd sweetest in Coila's green vale , The pride of my bosom ...
... wave . The storm's gloomy path on the breast of the Ye foam - crested billows , allow me to wail , Ere ye toss me afar from my lov'd native shore ; Where the flower which bloom'd sweetest in Coila's green vale , The pride of my bosom ...
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... glare , Dim , cloudy , sunk beneath the western wave ; Th ' inconstant blast howl'd through the dark'ning And hollow whistl'd in the rocky cave . [ air , 28 ON THE DEATH OF SIR J. H. BLAIR . Delia An On the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair.
... glare , Dim , cloudy , sunk beneath the western wave ; Th ' inconstant blast howl'd through the dark'ning And hollow whistl'd in the rocky cave . [ air , 28 ON THE DEATH OF SIR J. H. BLAIR . Delia An On the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair.
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... waves ' dashing roar ; There would I weep my woes , There seek my lost repose , Till grief my eyes should close , Ne'er to wake more . Falsest of womankind , canst thou declare All thy fond plighted vows - fleeting as air ? To thy new ...
... waves ' dashing roar ; There would I weep my woes , There seek my lost repose , Till grief my eyes should close , Ne'er to wake more . Falsest of womankind , canst thou declare All thy fond plighted vows - fleeting as air ? To thy new ...
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... bonnie dearie . Ca ' the , & c . We'll gae down by Clouden side , Thro ' the hazels spreading wide , O'er the waves that sweetly glide To the moon sae clearly . Ca ' the , & c . 73 74 SHE SAYS SHE LO'ES ME BEST OF A ' G 2 Hark! the Mavis.
... bonnie dearie . Ca ' the , & c . We'll gae down by Clouden side , Thro ' the hazels spreading wide , O'er the waves that sweetly glide To the moon sae clearly . Ca ' the , & c . 73 74 SHE SAYS SHE LO'ES ME BEST OF A ' G 2 Hark! the Mavis.
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... wave ; Their sweet - scented woodlands that skirt the proud palace , [ slave ! What are they ? The haunt of the tyrant and The slave's spicy forests , and gold - bubbling fountains , The brave Caledonian views wi ' disdain ; He wanders ...
... wave ; Their sweet - scented woodlands that skirt the proud palace , [ slave ! What are they ? The haunt of the tyrant and The slave's spicy forests , and gold - bubbling fountains , The brave Caledonian views wi ' disdain ; He wanders ...
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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.