 | Robert Burns - 1800 - 460 pagine
...the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Mori son. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed...thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1804 - 256 pagine
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 | Robert Burns - 1806 - 450 pagine
...smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blythly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward...thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw. Tho' Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and... | |
 | 1809 - 574 pagine
...string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha ? To thee my fancy look its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair and that was braw, And yon...and said amang them a', ' Ye are na" Mary Morison." '' Wandering Willie," can reach every heart without the aid of a glossary : the pathetic delicacy of... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 468 pagine
...smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward...trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha'j To thee my i'aney took ils wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw. cS Tho' this was fair, and that... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 354 pagine
...conclusion of the other is as follows. " Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my Fancy took its wing, I...neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed and said among them a', . Ye are na' Mary Morison."... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 418 pagine
...smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward...thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was br . And you the toast of a' the towv O Mary, canst thou... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 274 pagine
...collection. It deserves, however, to be preserved. MARY MORISON. 201 How blithely wad I bid the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward...thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And you the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 pagine
...smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bid the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward...my fancy took its wing ; I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, ami said... | |
 | Robert Burns, Alfred Howard - 1826 - 226 pagine
...smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward...Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Though this... | |
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A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro... 
