Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsCollins, 1955 - 736 pagine |
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Pagina 124
... rest ! The great , the wealthy fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ; But , oh ! a blest relief to those That weary - laden mourn ! ' WINTER A Dirge TUNE : MacPherson's Rant I The wintry west extends his blast , And hail and rain ...
... rest ! The great , the wealthy fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ; But , oh ! a blest relief to those That weary - laden mourn ! ' WINTER A Dirge TUNE : MacPherson's Rant I The wintry west extends his blast , And hail and rain ...
Pagina 178
... rest ; Perhaps upon his mould'ring breast Some spitefu ' moorfowl bigs her nest , To hatch an ' breed : Alas ! nae mair he'll them molest : 14 Tam Samson's dead ! When August winds the heather wave , And sportsmen wander by yon grave ...
... rest ; Perhaps upon his mould'ring breast Some spitefu ' moorfowl bigs her nest , To hatch an ' breed : Alas ! nae mair he'll them molest : 14 Tam Samson's dead ! When August winds the heather wave , And sportsmen wander by yon grave ...
Pagina 516
... rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? 2 That sacred hour can I forget , Can I forget the hallow'd grove , Where , by the winding Ayr , we met To live one day of parting love ? Eternity ...
... rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? 2 That sacred hour can I forget , Can I forget the hallow'd grove , Where , by the winding Ayr , we met To live one day of parting love ? Eternity ...
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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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