 | 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 - 1806 - 450 pagine
...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 was braw, And yon the...and said amang them a', " Ye are na Mary Morison." O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake would gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart... | |
 | 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, James Currie - 1814 - 502 pagine
...thee my faney took its wing, I sat, hut neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was hraw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', " Ye are na Mary Morison." O Mary, eanst thou wreek his peaee, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or eanst thou hreak that heart... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 468 pagine
...The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha ', To thee my t'ancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon...the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', " Ye are nae Mary Morison." O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou... | |
 | 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
...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...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
...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...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... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 388 pagine
...through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw : Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast...sigh'd, and said amang them a', Ye are na Mary Morison. O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 pagine
...gacd through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, hut neither heard nor saw: Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast...sigh'd, and said amang them a', Ye are na Mary Morison. O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart... | |
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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'; —... 
