 | Robert Burns - 1800 - 460 pagine
...trysted hour; Those 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 secure, The lovely Mary Mori son. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1806 - 450 pagine
...trysted hour ! Those 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...trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha", To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw. Tho' Tho' this was fair, and that... | |
 | 1809 - 574 pagine
...another song} for Yestreen is far from being an unintelligible, and is moreover a very pretty word. ' Yestreen when to the trembling 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... | |
 | Robert Burns, James Currie - 1814 - 502 pagine
...hour; Those smiles and glanees let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How hlythly wad I hide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rieh reward seeure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen, when to the tremhling string, The danee gaed... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 468 pagine
...trysted hour ! Those 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...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... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 418 pagine
...trysted hour ! Those 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...trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 274 pagine
...in his 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...trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 pagine
...remembrance. MARY MORISON. O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure...slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gacd through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 388 pagine
...remembrance. MARY MORISON. O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure...slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure Of lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha',... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 pagine
...TUNE— Bide ye yet. O MARY, at thy window be; It is the wish'd, the trysted hour ' Those 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 secure, The lovely Mary Morison... | |
| |
Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho* this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 
