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Common terms and phrases
amang arms auld banks beauty body bonnie braes bright Burns called charms CHORUS comes composed dear dearie early Eppie fair Farewell feel flower frae friends give glen green grows hame hand heart heroine Highland hills hour I'll John kiss laddie lady land lass lassie leave light lines live look lyric mair Mary maun meet merry mind morning muse Museum nature ne'er never night notes o'er perhaps pleasure Poet Poet's rose says Scotland Scottish seems seen sing song strain stream sweet tell thee There's thing thou thought thro thyme took town true Tune verses weary weel wife wild Willie wind wish woods written wrote young
Popular passages
Page 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
Page 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
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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—
Page 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
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 15 - But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O; An' warly cares, an' warly men, May a
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Volume 4 George Horace Lorimer Library The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Robert Burns Volume 4 of The works of Robert Burns; with his life, by A. Cunningham, Allan Cunningham |
| Authors | Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham |
| Editor | Allan Cunningham |
| Edition | 2 |
| Publisher | Cochrane and McCrone, 1834 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 14 Nov 2006 |
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