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... Roslin Castle 128 Sae merry as we twa hae been Saw ye Johnnie cummin ? quo ' she Saw ye my Peggy ? She rose and let me in Since robb'd of all that charm'd my views Strathallan's Lament Strephon and Lydia - Tak your auld Cloak about ye ...
... Roslin Castle 128 Sae merry as we twa hae been Saw ye Johnnie cummin ? quo ' she Saw ye my Peggy ? She rose and let me in Since robb'd of all that charm'd my views Strathallan's Lament Strephon and Lydia - Tak your auld Cloak about ye ...
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... Roslin Castle . These beautiful verses were the production of a Richard Hewit , a young man that Dr. Blacklock , to * A set of itinerant fanatics in the West of Scotland , so de- nominated from their leader , Mrs. Buchan . † Shakspeare ...
... Roslin Castle . These beautiful verses were the production of a Richard Hewit , a young man that Dr. Blacklock , to * A set of itinerant fanatics in the West of Scotland , so de- nominated from their leader , Mrs. Buchan . † Shakspeare ...
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... Roslin Castle on the modulation of this air . In the second part of Oswald's , in the three first bars , he has either hit on a wonderful similarity to , or else he has entirely borrowed the three first bars of the old air ; and the ...
... Roslin Castle on the modulation of this air . In the second part of Oswald's , in the three first bars , he has either hit on a wonderful similarity to , or else he has entirely borrowed the three first bars of the old air ; and the ...
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acquaintance Allan Water amang auld Ayrshire ballad beautiful Blacklock bonie lass bonnie bosom brother Burns Burns's called charms compliments composed composition Currie's Dalswinton DEAR SIR Dugald Stewart Dumfries e'en Edinburgh Ellisland excise farewel feelings frae Gavin Hamilton give gude Gypsie Laddie Hamilton hand happy heart Highland Highland Laddie honest honor Hughie Graham humble kind kirk Laddie lady lassie letter Lord Mauchline maun mind misfortune mony morning muse ne'er never night O'er the moor old song pleasure poem poet poetic poor rantin river Doon ROBERT BURNS Robin Roslin Castle Scotland Scots Scottish sentiments shew sing soul sparklin stanza sweet tell thee thing thou thought thro tion tune verses weel WILLIAM BURNS Willie wish words write young
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Page 13 - That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love ; And sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'da rose, Frae aff its thorny tree ; And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi
Page 278 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Page 173 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Page 171 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie The boat rocks at the pier o...
Page 12 - Doon, How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o
Page 225 - Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride. Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Page 213 - mid renewing storms: Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ? Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ? For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms; I tremble to approach an angry GOD, And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. Fain would I say,
Page 211 - An' riches still may fly them, O ; An' tho' at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O. Green grow, &c. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O ; An
Page 185 - But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands, Her sweets no longer with her dwells: But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one. Such fate ere long will thee betide When thou hast handled been awhile, With sere flowers to be thrown aside; And I shall sigh, while some will smile, To see thy love to every one Hath brought thee to be loved by none.
Page 119 - How are you, my dear friend, and how comes on your fifth volume ? You may probably think that for some time past I have neglected you and your work ; but, alas! the hand of pain, sorrow, and care, has these many months lain heavy on me.