 | 1814 - 564 sider
...tenderness, with the following picture of the interview and parting of two lovers. " How sweetly Moom'd the gay, green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom ; As underneath their fragrant shade I elasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearic : For dear to... | |
 | Joseph Robertson, Society of Ancient Scots, London - 1822 - 458 sider
...cheerfulness, or even the extravagance of mirth.* A youth of so susceptible a disposition as * Currie. Bums had not to wander long after consolation. A new divinity...nature around him. How sweetly bloom'd the gay, green hirk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom ! As underneath their fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom... | |
 | 1826 - 792 sider
..." And there the longest tarry ; " For there I took my last fareweel " Of my sweet Highland Mary. " How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, " How rich...blossom, " As underneath their fragrant shade, " I clasped her to my bosom ! " The golden hours, on angel wings, " Flew o'er me and my dearie ; " For... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1829 - 408 sider
...robes, And there the langest tarry ! For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk ! How rich the hawthorn's blossom I As, underneath their fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom I The golden hours, on angel wings,... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1834 - 420 sider
...the composition." — He makes inanimate nature a sharer in his rapture : — " How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk ! How rich the hawthorn's blossom ! As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1834 - 206 sider
...langest tarry ; For there I took the last fureweel O1 my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomM (ho cay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom ; As underneath their fragrant shade, 120 The golden hours on angel winga, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life,... | |
 | 1835 - 320 sider
...her robes, And there they langest tarry; For there I took the last farewell Of my dear Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom; As underneath her fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my... | |
 | 1835 - 418 sider
...robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was... | |
 | England - 1835 - 794 sider
...robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, 231 SONGS OF SCOTLAND. The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me,... | |
 | John Aikin - 1838 - 796 sider
...the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel 0' my >weet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom 'd ikin clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie j For dear to... | |
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O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and... 
