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... embarrassment of riches in this field , and the great difficulty has been to suppress one's inclinations and resolutely reject many gems which by their perfection of beauty and PREFACE strength of passion should have a place in this.
... embarrassment of riches in this field , and the great difficulty has been to suppress one's inclinations and resolutely reject many gems which by their perfection of beauty and PREFACE strength of passion should have a place in this.
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... And oh ! weel may I trow her How dearly she loe's me ! For though her face sae fair be , As none could evermair be ; And though her wit sae rare be , As seenil do we see ; MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING Her beauty ne'er had 14.
... And oh ! weel may I trow her How dearly she loe's me ! For though her face sae fair be , As none could evermair be ; And though her wit sae rare be , As seenil do we see ; MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING Her beauty ne'er had 14.
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ROBERT W. DOUGLAS. MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING Her beauty ne'er had gain'd me , Her wit had ne'er enchain'd me , Nor baith sae lang retained me , But for her love to me . When wealth and pride disown'd me , A ' views were dark around ...
ROBERT W. DOUGLAS. MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING Her beauty ne'er had gain'd me , Her wit had ne'er enchain'd me , Nor baith sae lang retained me , But for her love to me . When wealth and pride disown'd me , A ' views were dark around ...
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... beauty fires the ravish'd throng , And love inspires the melting song . Then let my raptur'd notes arise , For beauty darts from Nanny's eyes , And love my rising bosom warms , And fills my soul with sweet alarms . O come , my love ...
... beauty fires the ravish'd throng , And love inspires the melting song . Then let my raptur'd notes arise , For beauty darts from Nanny's eyes , And love my rising bosom warms , And fills my soul with sweet alarms . O come , my love ...
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... beauty and love's the reward of the brave ; And I maun deserve it before I can crave . Then glory , my Jeanie , maun plead my excuse ; Since honor commands me , how can I refuse ? Without it , I ne'er can have merit for thee ; And ...
... beauty and love's the reward of the brave ; And I maun deserve it before I can crave . Then glory , my Jeanie , maun plead my excuse ; Since honor commands me , how can I refuse ? Without it , I ne'er can have merit for thee ; And ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amang the heather baith birks of Aberfeldy blaw blinks bloom blythe bonnie lassie bosom braes braw Carlisle wall cauld Charlie charm Cockpen darling dear dearie e'en fair on Carlisle Farewell flower frae gang gi'e glen Glenara gloamin Gowrie green ha'e heart HEATH THIS NIGHT HECTOR MACNEILL Highland laddie Highlandman hills HUNTINGTOWER ilka JAMES HOGG Jamie Jeanie Jenny's bawbee John kiss kye comes hame LADY NAIRNE Laird land lass LASSIE WI leal lo'ed Lochaber Lochinvar lord love's lover maid of Llanwellyn maiden MARY OF ARGYLE maun morn muir amang nae mair nane ne'er NEVER LOVE THEE O'er the muir plaid rantin rigs ROBERT BURNS ROBERT TANNAHILL rose ROSLIN CASTLE Rowan tree Roy's wife Scotland sigh sing sun shines fair tell There's thine Twas weary wee thing weel wild Woodhouselee ye sleepin yon burn-side young Lochinvar
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Página 119 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Página 116 - I'll never love thee more. As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Página 64 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Página 16 - 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'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Página 63 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 9 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 64 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
Página 64 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!