The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Bind 4Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 sider |
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Side 27
... give him his bow ; I scorn not the peasant , tho ' ever so low ; But a club of good fellows , like those that are here , And a bottle like this , are my glory and care . III . Here passes the squire on his brother — his horse ; There ...
... give him his bow ; I scorn not the peasant , tho ' ever so low ; But a club of good fellows , like those that are here , And a bottle like this , are my glory and care . III . Here passes the squire on his brother — his horse ; There ...
Side 46
... seek the Indian mine ; Give me the cot below the pine , To tend the flocks , or till the soil , And ev'ry day have joys divine With the bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . " The whole course of the Ayr , " says 46 THE POEMS OF ROBERT Burns .
... seek the Indian mine ; Give me the cot below the pine , To tend the flocks , or till the soil , And ev'ry day have joys divine With the bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . " The whole course of the Ayr , " says 46 THE POEMS OF ROBERT Burns .
Side 104
... gives it to those of a lady . We have Presi- dent Forbes's testimony to the violent admiration of the Scottish ladies for the exiled prince , and the assurance of Ray that they would not listen to reason , but were jacobites , one and ...
... gives it to those of a lady . We have Presi- dent Forbes's testimony to the violent admiration of the Scottish ladies for the exiled prince , and the assurance of Ray that they would not listen to reason , but were jacobites , one and ...
Side 112
... Give me the stream that sweetly laves The banks by Castle Gordon . II . Spicy forests , ever gay , Shading from the burning ray , Hapless wretches sold to toil , Or the ruthless native's way , Bent on slaughter , blood , and spoil ...
... Give me the stream that sweetly laves The banks by Castle Gordon . II . Spicy forests , ever gay , Shading from the burning ray , Hapless wretches sold to toil , Or the ruthless native's way , Bent on slaughter , blood , and spoil ...
Side 126
... give , While joys above my mind can move , For thee , and thee alone , I live . When that grim foe of life below Comes in between to make us part , The iron hand that breaks our band , It breaks my bliss - it breaks my heart . The ...
... give , While joys above my mind can move , For thee , and thee alone , I live . When that grim foe of life below Comes in between to make us part , The iron hand that breaks our band , It breaks my bliss - it breaks my heart . The ...
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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