The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 39Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 - English poetry |
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... breast Sae early in the morning . She soon shall see her tender brood , The pride , the pleasure o ' the wood , Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd , Awake the early morning . So thou , dear bird , young Jeany fair , 20 BURN'S POEMS ...
... breast Sae early in the morning . She soon shall see her tender brood , The pride , the pleasure o ' the wood , Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd , Awake the early morning . So thou , dear bird , young Jeany fair , 20 BURN'S POEMS ...
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... breast inflame ; And ay I muse and sing thy name , I only live to love thee . Tho ' I were doom'd to wander on , Beyond the sea , beyond the sun , Till my last weary sand was run ; Till then - and then I love thee . I LOVE MY JEAN ...
... breast inflame ; And ay I muse and sing thy name , I only live to love thee . Tho ' I were doom'd to wander on , Beyond the sea , beyond the sun , Till my last weary sand was run ; Till then - and then I love thee . I LOVE MY JEAN ...
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... breast , and I'll swear by a ' above , That to my latest draught o ' life the band shall ne'er remuve , And this will be a posie to my ain dear May . THE BANKS O ' DOON . YE banks and braes o ' bonnie Doon , How can ye bloom sae fresh ...
... breast , and I'll swear by a ' above , That to my latest draught o ' life the band shall ne'er remuve , And this will be a posie to my ain dear May . THE BANKS O ' DOON . YE banks and braes o ' bonnie Doon , How can ye bloom sae fresh ...
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... breast , The twin o ' that upon her shouther ; Sic a wife , & c . Auld baudrans by the ingle sits , An ' wi ' her loof her face a washin ; But Willie's wife is nae sae trig , She dights her grunzie wi ' a hushion ; Her walie nieves like ...
... breast , The twin o ' that upon her shouther ; Sic a wife , & c . Auld baudrans by the ingle sits , An ' wi ' her loof her face a washin ; But Willie's wife is nae sae trig , She dights her grunzie wi ' a hushion ; Her walie nieves like ...
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... breast enthrone me : Kings and nations , swith awa ! Reif randies , I disown ye ! FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY . My heart is sair , I dare nae tell , My heart is sair for somebody ; I could wake a winter night For the sake o ' somebody . Oh ...
... breast enthrone me : Kings and nations , swith awa ! Reif randies , I disown ye ! FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY . My heart is sair , I dare nae tell , My heart is sair for somebody ; I could wake a winter night For the sake o ' somebody . Oh ...
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amang ance auld baith bawn Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonie bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns busk Caledonia canna canty cauld charms cheer claut cried dear e'en e'er fair fate fause flower frae friendship gang glen green hame Harp heart Heaven Hector Macneill Here's a health highland highland laddie ilka Jamaica Jean Jeanie John Anderson Johnie joys lass lassie lo'es luve lyre Macneill maun mither mony morn muse nae mair ne'er night numbers o'er owre pleasure poem round sang Scottish shore sigh'd sing skelpin smile snaw song sorrow sparklin strain stream sweet tear thee There's thou thro Tune warm weel ween Whan Whar wild Willie's wind XXXIX ye'll young
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Page 71 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee : Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Page 27 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs, WJ.
Page 13 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...
Page 44 - Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills ; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Page 131 - 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 30 - MY JO. 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 snaw ; 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 132 - 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 50 - 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 28 - It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou', etc.
Page 130 - 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...