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amang appear arms auld ballad banks beauty beggar Blythe bonie bonnie Burns called collection composed dear death draw face fair father fear flower frae friends gallant gang green grows hair hame hand head heard heart Highland hills horn horse I'll John kebars kind king laddie lady land lass lassie live look Lord mair maun meet merry morning ne'er never night Note o'er peace poem poor printed rest round sang Scotland seen sing song stanza sweet sword syne tear tell thee thing thou took town tune verse warn Watty weel wife Willie wind wish Woo'd and married wood Yarrow young
第 127 頁 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...
第 112 頁 - 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.
第 112 頁 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
第 105 頁 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
第 127 頁 - And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
第 43 頁 - When I upon thy bosom lean, And fondly clasp thee, a' my ain, I glory in the sacred ties That made us ane wha ance were twain ; A mutual flame inspires us baith, The tender look, the melting kiss ; Even years shall ne'er destroy our love But only gie us change o
第 167 頁 - T do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee. Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
第 250 頁 - CHORUS. A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest.
第 230 頁 - The Jolly Beggars, for humorous description and nice discrimination of character, is inferior to no poem of the same length in the whole range of English poetry. The scene, indeed, is laid in the very lowest department of low life, the actors being a set of strolling vagrants met to carouse and barter their rags and plunder for liquor in a hedge ale-house.