The Songs of England and Scotland, Band 2J. Cochrane, 1835 - 675 Seiten |
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... Maid of Norway or not , is Sir Patrick Spens ' . It would be unfair to quote it as a specimen of the language of King Alexander III's reign ; for in descending the stream of tradi- tion , it has lost much of the hue of that period , and ...
... Maid of Norway or not , is Sir Patrick Spens ' . It would be unfair to quote it as a specimen of the language of King Alexander III's reign ; for in descending the stream of tradi- tion , it has lost much of the hue of that period , and ...
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... maid hir bony , And said , Jok , come ye for to wow ? Scho birneist hir baith breist and brow , And maid hir cleir as ony clok ; Than spak hir deme , and said , I trow , Ye come to wow our Jynny , Jok . Jok said , forsuth I yern full ...
... maid hir bony , And said , Jok , come ye for to wow ? Scho birneist hir baith breist and brow , And maid hir cleir as ony clok ; Than spak hir deme , and said , I trow , Ye come to wow our Jynny , Jok . Jok said , forsuth I yern full ...
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... maid a brydell vp alland ; Now haif I gottin your Jynny , quoth Jok . Now , demė , I haif your bairne mareit ... maid of a padill , Ane spounge , ane spindill wantand ane nok , Twa lusty lippis to lik ane laiddill , To gang to gidder ...
... maid a brydell vp alland ; Now haif I gottin your Jynny , quoth Jok . Now , demė , I haif your bairne mareit ... maid of a padill , Ane spounge , ane spindill wantand ane nok , Twa lusty lippis to lik ane laiddill , To gang to gidder ...
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... maid This A per se of all . * * ** * Montgomery's Poems by Laing , p . 208 . I cannot bid adieu to Montgomery without re- commending the lovers of poetry that are not already 6 acquainted with the Cherrie and the Slae , ' and the lyrics ...
... maid This A per se of all . * * ** * Montgomery's Poems by Laing , p . 208 . I cannot bid adieu to Montgomery without re- commending the lovers of poetry that are not already 6 acquainted with the Cherrie and the Slae , ' and the lyrics ...
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... maids : nay , God forbid ! Bott yett I feire , thou wilt gae neire , Thy fatheris hart , and face to beire . Balow , & c . I cannae chose , but ever will Be luving to thy father still : Whair - eir he gae , whair - eir he ryde , My luve ...
... maids : nay , God forbid ! Bott yett I feire , thou wilt gae neire , Thy fatheris hart , and face to beire . Balow , & c . I cannae chose , but ever will Be luving to thy father still : Whair - eir he gae , whair - eir he ryde , My luve ...
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Seite 290 - O to abide in the desert with thee! 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.
Seite 274 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Seite 234 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, O!
Seite 219 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Seite 293 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand. And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Seite 244 - THAT AND A' THAT Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a
Seite 301 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Seite 275 - 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?
Seite 256 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Seite 275 - While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.