The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life , and a Criticism on His Writing. To which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Volume 4T. Cadell and W. Davies ; and W. Creech at Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... ne'er so sweet · · 339 O mirk , mirk is this midnight hour O meikle thinks my luve o ' my beauty O'my luve's like à red , red rose O poortith cauld , and restless love . ' O Philly , happy be that day . O saw ye bonny Lesley O saw ye my ...
... ne'er so sweet · · 339 O mirk , mirk is this midnight hour O meikle thinks my luve o ' my beauty O'my luve's like à red , red rose O poortith cauld , and restless love . ' O Philly , happy be that day . O saw ye bonny Lesley O saw ye my ...
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... ne'er be eerie O , If thro ' that glen I gaed to thee , My ain kind dearie O. Altho ' the night were ne'er sae wild , And I were ne'er sae wearie O , I'd meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. * Your * In the copy ...
... ne'er be eerie O , If thro ' that glen I gaed to thee , My ain kind dearie O. Altho ' the night were ne'er sae wild , And I were ne'er sae wearie O , I'd meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. * Your * In the copy ...
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... ne'er let near thee . Return again , fair Lesley , Return to Caledonie ! That we may brag , we hae a lass There's nane again sae bonnie . I have hitherto deferred the sublimer , more pathetic airs , until more leisure , as they will ...
... ne'er let near thee . Return again , fair Lesley , Return to Caledonie ! That we may brag , we hae a lass There's nane again sae bonnie . I have hitherto deferred the sublimer , more pathetic airs , until more leisure , as they will ...
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... ne'er made sic anither ; " and I would fain have you substitute some other line for " Return to Caledonie , " in the last verse , be- cause I think this alteration of the orthography , and of the sound of Caledonia , disfigures the word ...
... ne'er made sic anither ; " and I would fain have you substitute some other line for " Return to Caledonie , " in the last verse , be- cause I think this alteration of the orthography , and of the sound of Caledonia , disfigures the word ...
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... ne'er a word repine . You perceive , my dear Sir , I avail myself of the liberty which you condescend to allow me , by speaking freely what I think . Be assured , it is not my disposition to pick out the faults of any poem or picture I ...
... ne'er a word repine . You perceive , my dear Sir , I avail myself of the liberty which you condescend to allow me , by speaking freely what I think . Be assured , it is not my disposition to pick out the faults of any poem or picture I ...
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter amang anec anither auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blithe bonnie bosom braes BURNS Caledonia Cauld charming Chloris CHORUS claute Coila Dainty Davie dear Sir dearest dearie Deil delight Dumfries Duncan Gray Ecclefechan Edinburgh English song English verses fair favourite fine air flowers frae Galla Water give glen hame heart heaven Highland John Anderson lass lassie Lassie wi lea-rig Leiger lines lo'es Lord Gregory lover mair Mary maun melodies merit Mill mony muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry poor Rob Morris Saw ye Scots Scottish singing stanza suit sung sweet syne taste tell thee thine THOMSON thro tune wander wee thing wild Willie wilt thou young JESSIE
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Page 217 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 125 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Page 216 - THAT AND A' THAT" 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
Page 330 - Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream ! HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o...
Page 41 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How...
Page 341 - As fair art thou, my bonie 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' the sun : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
Page 300 - 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 snow; 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...
Page 216 - A man's a man for a' that ; For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that : The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that : For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Page 18 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu...
Page 214 - The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn, They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw; They mind me o...