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The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed ..., Volume 1
Robert Burns,Alexander Smith
Visualização completa - 1865
Amang arms auld banks bonie bosom braes Burns wrote charms CHORUS comes dear dearie death EPIGRAM fair Farewell fate fear fell flower frae give glen green grows hame hand head hear heart Highland hill hour I'll Jamie John kind King kiss land lass lassie leave light live look Lord mair Mary maun meet mind Miss monie morning ne'er never night o'er owre peace pleasure poor pride roar rose round sing song spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thing Thomson thou thought thro true TUNE verses wander weary weel wife wild Willie wind written ye'll young
Página 206 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' 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
Página 135 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie 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...
Página 202 - 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...
Página 135 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 130 - 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...