The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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xi. oldal
... Delighted with the productions of Burns's muse , XXXIX . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Bruce to his troops at Bannockburn , " . XL . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Behold the hour , the boat arrive , " " . 105 · 107 · 110 · • 112 XLI . Mr. T. to Mr ...
... Delighted with the productions of Burns's muse , XXXIX . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Bruce to his troops at Bannockburn , " . XL . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Behold the hour , the boat arrive , " " . 105 · 107 · 110 · • 112 XLI . Mr. T. to Mr ...
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... delighted with the beauties of the piece . If I sit down to examine critically , and at leisure , what perhaps you have written in haste , I may happen to observe careless lines , the re - perusal of which might lead you to im- prove ...
... delighted with the beauties of the piece . If I sit down to examine critically , and at leisure , what perhaps you have written in haste , I may happen to observe careless lines , the re - perusal of which might lead you to im- prove ...
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... wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead . The * The two first lines are taken from an old ballad - the rest is wholly original . E. The day comes to me , but delight brings me 25 Mr B to Mr T with " Auld Rob Morris," and "Duncan Gray,"
... wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead . The * The two first lines are taken from an old ballad - the rest is wholly original . E. The day comes to me , but delight brings me 25 Mr B to Mr T with " Auld Rob Morris," and "Duncan Gray,"
26. oldal
Robert Burns. The day comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . O had she but been of ...
Robert Burns. The day comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . O had she but been of ...
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... delight them , and to honour yourself . The four last songs with which you favoured me , viz . Auld Rob Morris , Duncan Gray , Galla Water , and Cauld Kail , are admirable . Duncan is indeed a lad of grace , and his humour will endear ...
... delight them , and to honour yourself . The four last songs with which you favoured me , viz . Auld Rob Morris , Duncan Gray , Galla Water , and Cauld Kail , are admirable . Duncan is indeed a lad of grace , and his humour will endear ...
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126. oldal - 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!
331. oldal - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
17. oldal - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
293. oldal - 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' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
217. oldal - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a
122. oldal - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
216. oldal - Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
343. oldal - 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...
42. oldal - 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.
302. oldal - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; 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...