The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life , and a Criticism on His Writing. To which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Volume 4T. Cadell and W. Davies ; and W. Creech at Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... fair Scotia , hame again , I cheery on did wander . E 2 I thought * Variation , lines 3d and 4th : And eyes again with pleasure beam'd , That had been blear'd with mourning . See No. XXIV . I thought upon the banks o ' Coil , I 51.
... fair Scotia , hame again , I cheery on did wander . E 2 I thought * Variation , lines 3d and 4th : And eyes again with pleasure beam'd , That had been blear'd with mourning . See No. XXIV . I thought upon the banks o ' Coil , I 51.
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... eye . My Patie is a lover gay , though a little unequal , is a na- tural and very pleasing song , and I humbly think we ought not to displace or alter it , except the last stanza . * No. The original letter from Mr. Thomson contains ...
... eye . My Patie is a lover gay , though a little unequal , is a na- tural and very pleasing song , and I humbly think we ought not to displace or alter it , except the last stanza . * No. The original letter from Mr. Thomson contains ...
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... eyes again with pleasure beam'd That had been blear'd with mourning . " Though better suited to the music , these lines are inferior to the original . This is the only alteration adopted by Mr. Thomson , which Burns did not approve , or ...
... eyes again with pleasure beam'd That had been blear'd with mourning . " Though better suited to the music , these lines are inferior to the original . This is the only alteration adopted by Mr. Thomson , which Burns did not approve , or ...
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... 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 ' mate will share her ...
... 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 ' mate will share her ...
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... eyes . However , to re- turn it would savour of affectation ; but as to any more traffic of that debtor and creditor kind , I swear by that HONOUR which crowns the up- right statue of ROBERT BURNS'S INTEGRITY— on the least motion of it ...
... eyes . However , to re- turn it would savour of affectation ; but as to any more traffic of that debtor and creditor kind , I swear by that HONOUR which crowns the up- right statue of ROBERT BURNS'S INTEGRITY— on the least motion of it ...
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter amang anec anither auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blithe bonnie bosom braes BURNS Caledonia Cauld charming Chloris CHORUS claute Coila Dainty Davie dear Sir dearest dearie Deil delight Dumfries Duncan Gray Ecclefechan Edinburgh English song English verses fair favourite fine air flowers frae Galla Water give glen hame heart heaven Highland John Anderson lass lassie Lassie wi lea-rig Leiger lines lo'es Lord Gregory lover mair Mary maun melodies merit Mill mony muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry poor Rob Morris Saw ye Scots Scottish singing stanza suit sung sweet syne taste tell thee thine THOMSON thro tune wander wee thing wild Willie wilt thou young JESSIE
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