The Scottish Minstrel: Being a Complete Collection of Burns' Songs ; Together with His Correspondence with Mr. Thomson ; to which is Added and New and Complete GlossaryBenjamin Warner, 1818 - 312 sider |
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Side vii
... seas and far away , LV . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Criticism , LVI . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Ca ' the yowes to the knowes , " 101 ib . 103 104 LVII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " She says she lo'es me best of a , " - " O let me in , " & c . - Stan ...
... seas and far away , LV . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Criticism , LVI . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Ca ' the yowes to the knowes , " 101 ib . 103 104 LVII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " She says she lo'es me best of a , " - " O let me in , " & c . - Stan ...
Side xvi
... muir , 235 On the seas and far away , 102 wat ye wha's in 3on town , 207 ▸ were I on Parnassus Hill , Phillis the fair xvi INDEX . Fragment, "There was a lad was born Page Kyle," Fragment, "When first I came to Stewart.
... muir , 235 On the seas and far away , 102 wat ye wha's in 3on town , 207 ▸ were I on Parnassus Hill , Phillis the fair xvi INDEX . Fragment, "There was a lad was born Page Kyle," Fragment, "When first I came to Stewart.
Side xxiii
... sea 205 21 275 24 269 55 233 213 246 203 187 The winter it is past , and the simmer comes at last 263 Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling 176 Thine am I , my faithful fair Tho ' cruel fate should bid us part Thou hast left me ever ...
... sea 205 21 275 24 269 55 233 213 246 203 187 The winter it is past , and the simmer comes at last 263 Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling 176 Thine am I , my faithful fair Tho ' cruel fate should bid us part Thou hast left me ever ...
Side xxiv
... sea While larks with little wing Why , why tell thy lover Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary Wilt thou be my dearie Ye banks , and braes , and streams around Ye banks and braes o ' bonnie Doon Yestreen I got ...
... sea While larks with little wing Why , why tell thy lover Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary Wilt thou be my dearie Ye banks , and braes , and streams around Ye banks and braes o ' bonnie Doon Yestreen I got ...
Side 36
... sea , dark - heaving , suggested by Mr. Er- skine , is in itself more beautiful , as well perhaps as more sublime , than wide - roaring , which he has both with the musical and poetical part of our work 36 CORRESPONDENCE WITH.
... sea , dark - heaving , suggested by Mr. Er- skine , is in itself more beautiful , as well perhaps as more sublime , than wide - roaring , which he has both with the musical and poetical part of our work 36 CORRESPONDENCE WITH.
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Side 207 - And they hae taen his very heart's blood, And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound. John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise ; For if you do but taste his blood, Twill make your courage rise. 'Twill make a man forget his woe; 'Twill heighten all his joy : 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing, Tho
Side 200 - MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June : O, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Side 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' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Side 137 - 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
Side 136 - Man for 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' that. For a
Side 137 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a
Side 230 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, 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'.
Side 136 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. " What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Side 16 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Side 201 - 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' the sun! And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o