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" 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... "
The Complete Works Of Robert Burns - 122 ページ
1845
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 第 46 巻

1839
...fragrant shade I cla<p'd her to my bosom I The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er ma and my dearie j For dear to me. as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. " Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embraot Our parting was fu' tender ; And pledging oft to meet again We tore ourselves ;. -under : But...

Selections from the British Poets, 第 2 巻

1840
...birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom ; As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my...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 ourselves asunder ;...

The Works of Robert Burns

Robert Burns - 1840 - 820 ページ
...birk, How rich the hawthorn's Mouom, A« underneath their fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom ! muse dow scarcely spread her wing ! I've play'd mysel...spring, An' danc'd my fill ! I'd better gaen an' sair't Лагу ! " To the same affectionate young creatnre. Burns addressed a strain of scarcely inferior...

The land of Burns, a series of landscapes and portraits, the landscapes from ...

John Wilson - 1840
...hawthorn's blossom , As underneath their fragrant shade, 1 clasp'd her to ray bosom I The golden hours un angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie -, For dear...me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. 11 Wi* mony a vow and lock'd embrac-. Our parting waa lu' tender ; And, pledging aft to meet again,...

The Land of Burns: A Series of Landscapes and Portraits ..., 第 1〜2 巻

John Wilson, Robert Chambers, David Octavius Hill - 1840
...How nth the hawthorn's blossom , As underneath their fragrant shade, 1 i'b |. -I her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings. Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and fife, Was my sweet Highland Marc. fi Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrac л Our parting was hi' tender...

The Life and Land of Burns

Allan Cunningham - 1841 - 363 ページ
...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...me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary." Another hand has added to the picture. " This adieu was performed," says Cromek, " in a striking and...

Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, 第 2 巻

John Wilson - 1842
...birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom j As underneath the fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my...my sweet Highland Mary. " Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging oft to meet again We tore ourselves asunder: But oh...

Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, 第 2 巻

John Wilson - 1842
...birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom j As underneath the fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my...my sweet Highland Mary. " Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging oft to meet again We tore ourselves asunder: But oh...

Dixon's (the Celebrated Buffo Singer) Oddities: A Collection of Nerve ...

George Dixon - 1842 - 36 ページ
...kirk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom : Aa underneath her fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my...as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' money a vow, and lock d embrace, Our parting was fu' tender ; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore...

The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companion

Quaver - 1844 - 512 ページ
...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 sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender, And pledging aft to meet again, But oh ! fell death's untimely...




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