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" 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... "
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The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns,: Arranged in the Order ..., Τόμος 2

Robert Burns - 1871 - 692 σελίδες
...smiles and glauces let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blythely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward...trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them...

A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets

William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 σελίδες
...smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, t Meets in her aspect and her eyes, Thus mellowed...gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the les through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, — I sat, but neither heard nor saw : Though...

The Songs of Scotland Chronologically Arranged: With Introduction and Notes

1872 - 638 σελίδες
...How blythely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed...sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, an' that was braw, An' yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, an' said amang them a', " Ye are na...

The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C.C. Clarke

Robert Burns - 1872 - 778 σελίδες
...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...of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 3 Oh, Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, ' Wha for thy sake wad gladly die \ Or canst thou break that...

Penelope; Or, Morning Clouds Dispersed

Matilda Leathes - 1873 - 288 σελίδες
...till the small hours of the morning. CHAPTER IX. THE WEDDIXG. Yestreen when to the tremblingjstring The dance ga'ed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my...that was braw, And yon the toast of a* the town, I sighed, and said among them a', Ye are not Mary Morrison. Burns. BUT Donald did not go to the wedding....

A Manual of English Literature, Historical and Critical: With an Appendix on ...

Thomas Arnold - 1873 - 590 σελίδες
...smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor ; How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward...thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing — 1 sat, but neither heard nor saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of...

Transactions of the Royal Historical Society, Τόμος 2

Royal Historical Society (Great Britain) - 1873 - 476 σελίδες
...turpe, senilis amor (Ovid} — Oh, doat on the day that gave me an old man. Ubi amor, ibi oculus — Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed...fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Unicuique dedit vitium natura creato (Propertius) — Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler...

Encyclopaedia of English and American Poetry: From Caedmon and King ..., Τόμος 2

Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 σελίδες
...smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bido the stoure, g ; We'll lodge in some village on through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Though this...

Lyrics of love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson, selected and ..., Τεύχος 651

Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 σελίδες
...smiles and glances let me see That makes the miser's treasure poor : How blythely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward...took its wing, — I sat, but neither heard nor saw : Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sighed and said amang...

Scottish song, a selection of the choicest lyrics of Scotland ..., Τεύχος 758

Mary Carlyle Aitken - 1874 - 398 σελίδες
...smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor. How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward...Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lichtit ha', To thee my fancy took its wing — I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Though...




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