The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Bind 4Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 sider |
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Side vii
... MEIKLE THINKS MY LUVE O ' MY BEAUTY .............. 188 GANE IS THE DAY , AND MIRK'S THE NIGHT .. .. .. .. .. .. THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE ... ... . ... . ... . ... . ............ ☀ HOW CAN I BE BLYTHE AND GLAD .... ..............
... MEIKLE THINKS MY LUVE O ' MY BEAUTY .............. 188 GANE IS THE DAY , AND MIRK'S THE NIGHT .. .. .. .. .. .. THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE ... ... . ... . ... . ... . ............ ☀ HOW CAN I BE BLYTHE AND GLAD .... ..............
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... beauty of her face . She was modest and cheerful , and had a winning manner . " Burns says , concerning this song : " As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love , and have been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it ...
... beauty of her face . She was modest and cheerful , and had a winning manner . " Burns says , concerning this song : " As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love , and have been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it ...
Side 16
... speaks the genuine language of his heart . The incense in the concluding verse is the richest any poet ever offered at the shrine of beauty . Something akin may be found in the verses of Arbuth- 16 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
... speaks the genuine language of his heart . The incense in the concluding verse is the richest any poet ever offered at the shrine of beauty . Something akin may be found in the verses of Arbuth- 16 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
Side 18
... beauty came , How is it that I feel Within my breast that glowing flame No tongue can e'er reveal ? Though cold and raw the north winds blow , All summer's in her breast ; Her skin is like the driven snow , But summer all the rest ...
... beauty came , How is it that I feel Within my breast that glowing flame No tongue can e'er reveal ? Though cold and raw the north winds blow , All summer's in her breast ; Her skin is like the driven snow , But summer all the rest ...
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... beauty rode up to the inn , and caused some refreshments to be given to her servants . The Poet composed these lines at the moment , merely , he said , to keep so much loveliness on his memory , and on the same principle that a painter ...
... beauty rode up to the inn , and caused some refreshments to be given to her servants . The Poet composed these lines at the moment , merely , he said , to keep so much loveliness on his memory , and on the same principle that a painter ...
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amang auld Ballochmyle banks Bard beauty birks of Aberfeldy blaw Blithe body kiss bonnie Doon Bonnie lassie bonnie Mary bosom braes braw Burns Charlie Charlie Stewart charms CHORUS Collier Laddie composed daunton dear dearie Deil e'en Ecclefechan Eppie M'Nab fair Farewell favourite flower frae glen green grows bonnie wi gude hame heart heroine Highland laddie ilka Inverness jacobite Jamie John Anderson Kenmure's kiss lady lass lawin lo'e luve lyric mair Mauchline maun merry miller morning muse Musical Museum naebody Nannie ne'er night Nith o'er old song owre parcel of rogues Poet Poet's rue grows bonnie says Scotland Scottish sing sparklin strain sweet sweetly thee There's thou thro thyme Tune verses weary weaver weel Whigs wife Willie win my love wind wither'd wrote ye go ye'll Ye're yon town young
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Side 284 - 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
Side 246 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Side 131 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o...
Side 137 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu...
Side 159 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?" Harris's " Tarn o' Shanter" has been considered one of his best compositions.
Side 282 - A waefu' day it was to me ; For there I lost my father dear, My father dear and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see ; And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e ! Now wae to thee thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be ; For mony a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee ! A RED, RED ROSE TUNE—
Side 15 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Side 158 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Side 145 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here : My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Side 15 - But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O; An' warly cares, an' warly men, May a