Love Songs of Scotland: Jewels of the Tender Passion Selected from the Writings of Burns, Tannahill, Scott, Ramsay, Lady Nairne, Macneill, Jamieson, Hogg, Douglas Allan & OthersRobert W. Douglas New Amsterdam book Company, 1901 - 214 páginas |
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... Wee Thing ? JOHN MAYNE . XXIII . Helen of Kirkconnel MARQUIS OF MONTROSE . LXXXIII . I'll Never Love Thee More . . 110 . 165 98 96 183 19 . 155 . 159 • 47 32 • 124 CONTENTS GEORGE MENZIES . CXXV . Fare Thee Weel DAVID.
... Wee Thing ? JOHN MAYNE . XXIII . Helen of Kirkconnel MARQUIS OF MONTROSE . LXXXIII . I'll Never Love Thee More . . 110 . 165 98 96 183 19 . 155 . 159 • 47 32 • 124 CONTENTS GEORGE MENZIES . CXXV . Fare Thee Weel DAVID.
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... never loved sae blindly , Never met or never parted , We had ne'er been broken - hearted . GREEN GROW THE RASHES , O ! Fare - thee 1 ROBERT BURNS PAGE 188 175 173 Ae Fond Kiss.
... never loved sae blindly , Never met or never parted , We had ne'er been broken - hearted . GREEN GROW THE RASHES , O ! Fare - thee 1 ROBERT BURNS PAGE 188 175 173 Ae Fond Kiss.
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... are laving ; There where the tempests sway , Scarce are boughs waving ; There thy rest shalt thou take , Parted for ever , Never again to wake , Never , O never , Eleu loro . Never , O never . WHERE SHALL THE LOVER REST ? Where shall the ...
... are laving ; There where the tempests sway , Scarce are boughs waving ; There thy rest shalt thou take , Parted for ever , Never again to wake , Never , O never , Eleu loro . Never , O never . WHERE SHALL THE LOVER REST ? Where shall the ...
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... ; His warm blood the wolf shall lap , E'er life be parted ; Shame and dishonor sit By his grave ever ; Blessing shall hallow it- Never , O never , Eleu loro . Never , O never . HIGHLAND MARY VII HIGHLAND MARY ( ROBERT BURNS ) YE 8.
... ; His warm blood the wolf shall lap , E'er life be parted ; Shame and dishonor sit By his grave ever ; Blessing shall hallow it- Never , O never , Eleu loro . Never , O never . HIGHLAND MARY VII HIGHLAND MARY ( ROBERT BURNS ) YE 8.
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... never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes , An ' there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O ' my sweet Highland Mary . How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As ...
... never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes , An ' there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O ' my sweet Highland Mary . How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ADIEU FOR EVERMORE ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amang the heather Amang the rigs baith bawbee birks of Aberfeldy blaw blinks bloom blythe bonnie lassie bosom braes braw Carlisle wall cauld Charlie charm Cockpen darling dear e'en e'er fair on Carlisle Farewell Flora flower frae gane gi'e glen Glenara gloamin Gowrie green ha'e heart HECTOR MACNEILL Highland laddie Highlandman hills ilka JAMES HOGG Jamie Jeanie John Johnnie kail yard kiss kye comes hame LADY NAIRNE Laird land lass leal LIZZY LINDSAY lo'ed Lochaber Lochinvar lord lover Maggie maid of Llanwellyn MARY OF ARGYLE maun meet morn muir amang nae mair nane ne'er night O'er the muir plaid rise ROBERT BURNS ROBERT TANNAHILL rose ROSLIN CASTLE Rowan tree Scotland sigh sing smile sun shines fair sweet sweetly tell There's thine Thou hast Twas weary wee thing weel wild ye sleepin yon burn-side young Lochinvar
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Página 75 - 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. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? xiii.
Página 139 - 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 72 - Eske river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 72 - 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 7 - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving ; There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving ; There, thy rest shalt thou take, Parted for ever, Never again to wake, Never, O never.
Página 17 - 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 1 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 75 - 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!
Página 2 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Página 81 - But if fond love thy heart can gain, I never broke a vow ; Nae maiden lays her skaith to me, I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring, For you I wear the blue ; For you alone I strive to sing, O tell me how to woo ! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love ; O tell me how to woo thee ! For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take, Tho ne'er another trow me.