The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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xx. oldal
... rest , • As down the bum they took their way , As I stood by yon roofless tower , Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms , Behold the hour , the boat arrive ,. Blythe , blythe , and merry was she , Blythe hae I been on yon hill ...
... rest , • As down the bum they took their way , As I stood by yon roofless tower , Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms , Behold the hour , the boat arrive ,. Blythe , blythe , and merry was she , Blythe hae I been on yon hill ...
7. oldal
... rest , and , at the same time , a pro- spectus of the whole collection : and you may lieve we will receive any hints that you are so kind as to give for improving the work , with the greatest pleasure and thankfulness . I remain , Dear ...
... rest , and , at the same time , a pro- spectus of the whole collection : and you may lieve we will receive any hints that you are so kind as to give for improving the work , with the greatest pleasure and thankfulness . I remain , Dear ...
25. oldal
... 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,"
... 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
... 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 a lower degree , I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me ! O , how past descriving had ...
... 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 a lower degree , I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me ! O , how past descriving had ...
28. oldal
... ludicrous is its ruling feature . No. * This has nothing in common with the old licentious ballad of Duncan Gray , but the first line , and part of the third - The rest is wholly original . E. No. X. MR . BURNS to MR . THOMSON . 28.
... ludicrous is its ruling feature . No. * This has nothing in common with the old licentious ballad of Duncan Gray , but the first line , and part of the third - The rest is wholly original . E. No. X. MR . BURNS to MR . THOMSON . 28.
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter anither auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blythe bonnie Bonnie Dundee bosom braw BURNS Caledonia Cauld Kail charming Chloris CHORUS Coila Craigieburn Dainty Davie dear Sir dearie Duncan Gray Edinburgh English song English verses fair fancy fine air flowers frae Galla Water give glen hame heart Highland Mary Jeanie John Anderson lass lassie lea-rig Leiger lo'es Logan braes Lord Gregory lover mair maun melodies mend merit mony morning muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry Rob Morris Robin Adair Saw ye Scots Scottish simmer singing stanza suit sung sweet taste thee thine THOMSON thro tune wander wee thing wild Willie young JESSIE
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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...