Robert Burns: The Poems, Epistles, Songs, Epigrams & Epitaphs, Band 2C. Wilson, 1896 |
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... Morning Early . The Joyful Widower Hey , the Dusty Miller There was a Lass Musing on the Roaring Ocean . The Blude - Red Rose at Yule may blaw The Bonnie Lad that's far awa The Chevalier's Lament • Of a ' the Airts the Wind can blaw ...
... Morning Early . The Joyful Widower Hey , the Dusty Miller There was a Lass Musing on the Roaring Ocean . The Blude - Red Rose at Yule may blaw The Bonnie Lad that's far awa The Chevalier's Lament • Of a ' the Airts the Wind can blaw ...
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... Morning Salute to his Mistress The Charming Month of May . Lassie wi ' the Lint - white Locks Philly and Willy Contented wi ' Little . My Katy . My Nannie's Awa The Tear - Drop . For the Sake o ' Somebody A Man's a Man for a ' that ...
... Morning Salute to his Mistress The Charming Month of May . Lassie wi ' the Lint - white Locks Philly and Willy Contented wi ' Little . My Katy . My Nannie's Awa The Tear - Drop . For the Sake o ' Somebody A Man's a Man for a ' that ...
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... grew black and daring ; Thro ' the woods the whirlwinds rave ; Trees with aged arms were warring , O'er the swelling , drumlie wave . Such was my life's deceitful morning , Such the pleasures 3 dream'd I lay where Flowers were Springing.
... grew black and daring ; Thro ' the woods the whirlwinds rave ; Trees with aged arms were warring , O'er the swelling , drumlie wave . Such was my life's deceitful morning , Such the pleasures 3 dream'd I lay where Flowers were Springing.
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... morning , Such the pleasures I enjoy'd ; But lang or noon , loud tempests storming , A ' my flowery bliss destroy'd . Tho ' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me , She promis'd fair , and perform'd but ill ; Of monie a joy and hope bereav'd me ...
... morning , Such the pleasures I enjoy'd ; But lang or noon , loud tempests storming , A ' my flowery bliss destroy'd . Tho ' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me , She promis'd fair , and perform'd but ill ; Of monie a joy and hope bereav'd me ...
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... Cessnock banks a lassie dwells ; ON Cesti de baribe her shape and mien ; Our lasses a ' she far excels , An ' she has twa sparkling roguish een . On Cessnock Banks She's sweeter than the morning dawn , 8 Songs On Cessnock Banks.
... Cessnock banks a lassie dwells ; ON Cesti de baribe her shape and mien ; Our lasses a ' she far excels , An ' she has twa sparkling roguish een . On Cessnock Banks She's sweeter than the morning dawn , 8 Songs On Cessnock Banks.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ae night Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes Burns Burns's Buy braw troggin cauld charms Chloris CHORUS Craigieburn dear dearie death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ecclefechan Eppie fair Farewell Fête Champêtre flowers frae Gala Water Galloway glen Glossary of Scots grace green hame heart Here's a health Highland ilka Jamie Jean Jeanie John John Barleycorn Johnny Kilmarnock Laird lassie lo'e Lon'on Lord luve maid mair Mally's Mary Mauchline maun Miller Miss monie morning nane ne'er Netherplace never Notes to Vol o'er owre Poet Scots Words sing sodger song sweet Tarbolton thee thou hast thro thyme TUNE TUNE-"The wander wat ye waur weary weel Whigs wife wild Willie wind winna Woodley Park yon toun
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 154 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Seite 176 - Wear hodden-gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a
Seite 82 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. 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.
Seite 254 - EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool ? Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a Bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, . That weekly this area throng?
Seite 104 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu" twinkle lights me : Dark despair around benights me.
Seite 74 - 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.
Seite 145 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or Freeman fa...
Seite 177 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Seite 176 - FOR A' THAT, AND A' THAT. Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that; The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Seite 67 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.