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... says the Poet , " pretty early in life , and sent it to a young girl , a very particular acquaintance of mine , who was at that time under a cloud . ' Our old songs abound in allusions to the “ creepie chair " and penitence in sackcloth ...
... says the Poet , " pretty early in life , and sent it to a young girl , a very particular acquaintance of mine , who was at that time under a cloud . ' Our old songs abound in allusions to the “ creepie chair " and penitence in sackcloth ...
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... says Burns in his notes on the Musical Museum ; " the rest of it is mine . " He might have added , that the lass whom it celebrates belonged to Mauchline ; and that one summer evening , when he desired to escort her home from an ...
... says Burns in his notes on the Musical Museum ; " the rest of it is mine . " He might have added , that the lass whom it celebrates belonged to Mauchline ; and that one summer evening , when he desired to escort her home from an ...
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... says , concerning this song : " As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love , and have been led into a ... say , because it is my own ; only I can say , it was at the time genuine from the heart . " This fine air attracted ...
... says , concerning this song : " As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love , and have been led into a ... say , because it is my own ; only I can say , it was at the time genuine from the heart . " This fine air attracted ...
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... says it speaks the genuine language of his heart . The incense in the concluding verse is the richest any poet ever offered at the shrine of beauty . Something akin may be found in the verses of Arbuth- 16 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
... says it speaks the genuine language of his heart . The incense in the concluding verse is the richest any poet ever offered at the shrine of beauty . Something akin may be found in the verses of Arbuth- 16 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
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... say mair ? " A passage of " Cupid's Whirlygig , " published in 1607 , contains the express sentiments of the Poet of Scotland : - " How have I wronged thee ? Oh ! who would abuse your sex which truly knows ye ? O women , were we not ...
... say mair ? " A passage of " Cupid's Whirlygig , " published in 1607 , contains the express sentiments of the Poet of Scotland : - " How have I wronged thee ? Oh ! who would abuse your sex which truly knows ye ? O women , were we not ...
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amang auld Ballochmyle banks Bard beauty birks of Aberfeldy blaw Blithe blythe body kiss bonnie Doon Bonnie lassie bonnie Mary bosom braes braw Burns Charlie Charlie Stewart charms CHORUS Collier Laddie composed daunton dear dearie Deil e'en Ecclefechan Eppie M'Nab fair Farewell favourite flower frae glen green grows bonnie wi gude hame heart heroine Highland laddie ilka Inverness jacobite Jamie John Anderson Kenmure's kiss lady lass lo'e luve lyric Mauchline maun merry miller morning muse Musical Museum naebody Nannie ne'er never night Nith o'er old song owre parcel of rogues Poet Poet's rantin rue grows bonnie says Scotland Scottish sing sparklin strain sweet sweetly thee There's thou thro thyme Tune verses weary weaver weel Whigs wife Willie win my love wind wither'd words wrote ye go ye'll Ye're yon town young
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Page 282 - Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. IV. And fare thee weel, my only luve ! And fare thee weel a-while ! And I will come again, my luve, Tho
Page 143 - helow : Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods ; Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. 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 156 - That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last! III. Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with
Page 143 - 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. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The' birth-place of valour, the country of worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Page 135 - II. 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 By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings, III.
Page 157 - Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but th' impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? The story of Mary Campbell, and the history of this
Page 14 - prentice han' she try'd on man, An' then she made the lasses, O. Green grow the rashes, O ! Green grow the rashes, O ! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend Are spent amang the lasses, O. The " Green grow the Rashes " of our ancestors had both spirit and freedom.
Page 47 - I. THE gloomy night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild inconstant blast; Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I see it driving o'er the plain ; The hunter now has left the moor, The scatter'd coveys meet secure ; While here I wander, prest with care, Along the lonely hanks of Ayr.
Page 177 - VI. Yestreen at the valentine's dealing, My heart to my mou' gied a sten ; For thrice I drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written—Tam Glen. VII. The last Halloween I was waukin My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken ; His likeness cam up the house staukin, And the very gray breeks o
Page 140 - By night, by day, a-field, at hame, The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame ; And aye 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. The