Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsCollins, 1955 - 736 pagine |
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Pagina 114
... blest : If happiness hae not her seat An ' centre in the breast , We may be wise , or rich , or great , But never can be blest ! Nae treasures nor pleasures Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay That makes us right or ...
... blest : If happiness hae not her seat An ' centre in the breast , We may be wise , or rich , or great , But never can be blest ! Nae treasures nor pleasures Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay That makes us right or ...
Pagina 444
... blest my wondering eyes : As one who by some savage stream A lonely gem surveys , Astonish'd doubly , marks it beam With art's most polish'd blaze . 2 Blest be the wild , sequester'd glade , And blest the day and hour , Where Peggy's ...
... blest my wondering eyes : As one who by some savage stream A lonely gem surveys , Astonish'd doubly , marks it beam With art's most polish'd blaze . 2 Blest be the wild , sequester'd glade , And blest the day and hour , Where Peggy's ...
Pagina 577
... blest ye flowers that round her blaw ! Ye catch the glances o ' her e'e . 2 How blest ye birds that round her sing , And welcome in the blooming year ! And doubly welcome be the Spring , The season to my Jeanie dear ! 3 The sun blinks ...
... blest ye flowers that round her blaw ! Ye catch the glances o ' her e'e . 2 How blest ye birds that round her sing , And welcome in the blooming year ! And doubly welcome be the Spring , The season to my Jeanie dear ! 3 The sun blinks ...
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aboon amang auld baith Bard blast blaw blest blythe bonie lass bosom braes braw brunstane Burns canna cauld charms CHORUS Clarinda dear dearie Death Deil Devil DUMFRIES e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fate fear flowers frae glen gude Wallace guid hame heart Heaven Hell Highland Highland laddie honest ilka John Barleycorn Johnie Kilmarnock King laddie laird lassie lo'e Lord Mauchline maun meikle monie morning mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre Poet poor pride rhyme roar sing skelpin soger soul sweet Syne taen Tam Lin TARBOLTON tear tell thee There's thine thou thro TUNE unco warl weary weel Whare Whigs whyles wild Willie wind winna wretch ye'll ye're
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