The Life and Works of Robert Burns, Volume 4Longmans, Green, 1896 - Scotland |
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... heart - Letters to Mrs Riddel - Illness of Burns - The Globe Inn tradition - Letters to Hill and Mrs Dunlop - Rhymed Letter to Colonel de Peyster - Thomson correspondence resumed ' Hey for a lass wi ' a tocher - Burns asks J. Clarke to ...
... heart - Letters to Mrs Riddel - Illness of Burns - The Globe Inn tradition - Letters to Hill and Mrs Dunlop - Rhymed Letter to Colonel de Peyster - Thomson correspondence resumed ' Hey for a lass wi ' a tocher - Burns asks J. Clarke to ...
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... heart is sair , I dare na tell , My heart is sair for Somebody . ' C. MARTIN HARDIE , R.S.A .. Page 95 ' Ca ' the yowes to the knowes , Ca ' them whare the heather grows , Ca ' them whare the burnie rowes , My bonie dearie ! ' C. MARTIN ...
... heart is sair , I dare na tell , My heart is sair for Somebody . ' C. MARTIN HARDIE , R.S.A .. Page 95 ' Ca ' the yowes to the knowes , Ca ' them whare the heather grows , Ca ' them whare the burnie rowes , My bonie dearie ! ' C. MARTIN ...
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... heart is in a wandering humor , I live past scenes over again : to my mind's eye , you , Dunbar , Cleghorn , Cunningham , & c . , present their friendly phizes , and my bosom aches with tender recollections . - Adieu , ROBT . BURNS . In ...
... heart is in a wandering humor , I live past scenes over again : to my mind's eye , you , Dunbar , Cleghorn , Cunningham , & c . , present their friendly phizes , and my bosom aches with tender recollections . - Adieu , ROBT . BURNS . In ...
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... heart , Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure ? Or through each nerve the rapture dart , Like meeting her , our bosom's treasure ? hill , bank Bravo ! say I ; it is a good song , should you think so too ( not else ) , you can set the ...
... heart , Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure ? Or through each nerve the rapture dart , Like meeting her , our bosom's treasure ? hill , bank Bravo ! say I ; it is a good song , should you think so too ( not else ) , you can set the ...
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... heart , I assure you . The union we are now forming , I think can never be broken ; these songs of yours will descend , with the Music , to the latest posterity , and will be fondly cherished so long as Genius , Taste , and Sensibility ...
... heart , I assure you . The union we are now forming , I think can never be broken ; these songs of yours will descend , with the Music , to the latest posterity , and will be fondly cherished so long as Genius , Taste , and Sensibility ...
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Allan Allan Cunningham auld ballad beautiful bonie lass BURNS TO GEORGE Burns's cauld character charming Chloris composed Cunningham dear dearie death Deil Dr Currie Dumfries Dunlop Edinburgh edition English fair frae genius GEORGE THOMSON Glasgow gude heart Highland laddie honest humour Jacobite James Jean John Jolly Beggars Kilmarnock lady lassie Leiger letter Lewars lines live lo'es London Lord mair Mauchline Muse Museum nature ne'er Netherplace never night o'er old song poems poet poet's poetic poetry Ramsay rhyme Riddel Robert Burns Robert Chambers Scotch Scotland Scots Scots wha hae Scott Scottish Shanter soul spirit stanza Stewart sweet Syme Syne tell thee There's thou thought thro thyme tune verses volumes weel whare Whig wife William Willie words writing wrote young
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Page 85 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then THY sun...
Page 186 - 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 522 - When youthful Love, warm-blu.shing strong, Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue, Th' adored Name, I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame "I saw thy pulse's maddening play, Wild send thee Pleasure's devious way. Misled by Fancy's meteor ray, By Passion driven; But yet the light that led astray, Was light from Heaven.
Page 47 - AULD LANG SYNE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? * . • CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Page 37 - By Oppression's woes and pains ! By your Sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud Usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! LIBERTY'S in every blow...
Page 37 - 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", Let him follow me ! By oppression's woes and pains By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow ! — Let us do or die...
Page 91 - 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 363 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Page 187 - 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 423 - And wear thou this" — she solemn said, And bound the Holly round my head : The polish'd leaves, and berries red, Did rustling play ; And, like a passing thought, she fled In light away.