The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings; to which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Bind 4F. Lucas, jun. and J. Cushing, 1815 |
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... Highland . It was the tune of a Gælic song , which an Inverness lady sung me when I was there ; and I was so charmed with it , that I beg- ged her to write me a set of it from her singing ; for it never had been set before . I am fixed ...
... Highland . It was the tune of a Gælic song , which an Inverness lady sung me when I was there ; and I was so charmed with it , that I beg- ged her to write me a set of it from her singing ; for it never had been set before . I am fixed ...
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... Highland air in Daniel Dow's " Collection of ancient Scots music ; " the name is Ha a Chaillich air mo Dheidh . My treacherous memory has forgot every circum- stance about Les Incas , only I think you men- tioned them as being in C's ...
... Highland air in Daniel Dow's " Collection of ancient Scots music ; " the name is Ha a Chaillich air mo Dheidh . My treacherous memory has forgot every circum- stance about Les Incas , only I think you men- tioned them as being in C's ...
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... Highlands . When you return to Scotland let me know , and I will send such of my pieces as please myself best . I return to Mauchline in about ten days . My compliments to Mr. Purden . I am in truth , but at present in haste , Yours ...
... Highlands . When you return to Scotland let me know , and I will send such of my pieces as please myself best . I return to Mauchline in about ten days . My compliments to Mr. Purden . I am in truth , but at present in haste , Yours ...
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... Highland dirk , for which I have great veneration ; as it once was the dirk of lord Balmerino . It fell into bad hands , who stripped it of the silver mounting , as well as the knife and fork . I have some thoughts of sending it to your ...
... Highland dirk , for which I have great veneration ; as it once was the dirk of lord Balmerino . It fell into bad hands , who stripped it of the silver mounting , as well as the knife and fork . I have some thoughts of sending it to your ...
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... to her niece , miss Eliza Bay- ley , of Manchester , by whose kindness the editor is enabled to give to the public transcripts of this amusing and miscellaneous collection . STRICTURES , & c . The Highland Queen . The.
... to her niece , miss Eliza Bay- ley , of Manchester , by whose kindness the editor is enabled to give to the public transcripts of this amusing and miscellaneous collection . STRICTURES , & c . The Highland Queen . The.
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acquaintance Allan Water Aloway amang Auld Ayrshire ballad beautiful Blacklock bonnie lass bosom brother Burns Burns's called charms compliments composed copy Dalswinton dear friend dear sir Dugald Stewart Dumfries e'en Edinburgh Ellisland excise Farewel favour feelings frae Gavin Hamilton genius gentleman give Glencairn hand happy heart Highland Highland Laddie honest honour hour humble servant indebted kind kirk Laddie lady lassie late letter lord madam mair Mauchline maun mind morning muse ne'er never night noble old song pleasure poems poet poetic poor ragwort river Doon ROBERT BURNS Roslin Castle Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum Scottish sentiments sing soul stanza sweet tell thee thing thou tion tune verses weel wife WILLIAM BURNS Willie's awa wish words write young
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Side 306 - 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.
Side 247 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Side 242 - Forgive my foul offence !' Fain promise never more to disobey ; But, should my author health again dispense, Again I might desert fair virtue's way ; Again in folly's path might go astray ; Again exalt the brute and sink the man ; Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray, Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan?
Side 203 - Came tearing his hair most piteouslie. " 0 hald your tongue, my father," he says, " And see that ye dinna weep for me ! For they may ravish me o' my life, But they canna banish me fro
Side 239 - 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 233 - ... it pleasure — but something which exalts me, something which enraptures me — than to walk in the sheltered side of a wood, or high plantation, in a cloudy winter day, and hear the stormy wind howling among the trees, and raving over the plain.
Side 227 - BURNESS ; a man who had little art in making money, and still less in keeping it ; but was, however, a man of some sense, a great deal of honesty, and unbounded good-will to every creature, rational and irrational.
Side 134 - MARY'S DREAM. THE moon had climbed the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree, When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea, When, soft and low, a voice was heard, Saying,
Side 306 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. 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.
Side 11 - Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause luve was true. " Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o