The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Volume 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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Página 77
... morning's eye , Her air like nature's vernal smile , Perfection whisper'd passing by , Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! Fair is the morn in flowery May , And sweet is night in Autumn mild , When roving thro ' the garden gay , Or ...
... morning's eye , Her air like nature's vernal smile , Perfection whisper'd passing by , Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! Fair is the morn in flowery May , And sweet is night in Autumn mild , When roving thro ' the garden gay , Or ...
Página 79
... gaed to thee , My ain kind dearie O. Altho ' the night were ne'er sae wild , And I were ne'er sae wearie O , I'd meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. The hunter lo'es the morning sun , To rouse the of Burns . 79.
... gaed to thee , My ain kind dearie O. Altho ' the night were ne'er sae wild , And I were ne'er sae wearie O , I'd meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. The hunter lo'es the morning sun , To rouse the of Burns . 79.
Página 80
... morning sun , To rouse the mountain deer , my jo ; At noon the fisher seeks the glen , Along the burn to steer , my jo ; Gie me the hour o ' gloamin grey , It maks my heart sae cheery O , To meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind ...
... morning sun , To rouse the mountain deer , my jo ; At noon the fisher seeks the glen , Along the burn to steer , my jo ; Gie me the hour o ' gloamin grey , It maks my heart sae cheery O , To meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind ...
Página 88
... morning , And sweet is the lily at evening close ; But in the fair presence o ' lovely young Jessie , Unseen is the lily , unheeded the rose . Love sits in her smile , a wizard ensnaring ; Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law : And ...
... morning , And sweet is the lily at evening close ; But in the fair presence o ' lovely young Jessie , Unseen is the lily , unheeded the rose . Love sits in her smile , a wizard ensnaring ; Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law : And ...
Página 89
... morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are tears of joy : My soul , delightless , a ' surveys , While Willie's far frae Logan Braes . Within yon milk - white hawthorn bush , Amang her nestlings , sits the thrush ; Her faithfu ...
... morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are tears of joy : My soul , delightless , a ' surveys , While Willie's far frae Logan Braes . Within yon milk - white hawthorn bush , Amang her nestlings , sits the thrush ; Her faithfu ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flower frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar sang simmer sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme troggin TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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