 Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a',  The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life - Pàgina 51per Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham - 1834 - 394 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Robert Burns - 1870 - 652 pàgines
...reward secure — The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed 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 you the toast of a' the town, I sighed, and said... | |
 | Robert Burns, James Currie - 1870 - 642 pàgines
...reward secure, The lovely Mary Morrison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string, The dance gaed round 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,4 And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1870 - 374 pàgines
...poet). Hear the verse of another: — " Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed 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 you the boast of a' the town, / sigh'd, and said... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 pàgines
...reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed through f impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly ligh nor saw : Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sighed, and... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1871 - 692 pàgines
...stoure, 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' 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... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1871 - 516 pàgines
...yoursel ye scarcely tell to ony."— P. g2, Vol. L A SEBIOUS COITHTSHIP [1780-81.— AGE 21-22.] Tito this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' tIte town, 2 sighd, and said amang them a', ' Ye are na Peggy Ellison i '—(P. 88, Vol. IL) w A.IA.... | |
 | 1872 - 638 pàgines
...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...thee my fancy took its wing, I 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... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1872 - 778 pàgines
...words, " red-wat shod ! " In passion, what more affectingly beautiful than the little line — * Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the toun, I sigh'd and said amang them a', 1 Ye are na Mary Morison ! ' " In martial spirit, the essence... | |
 | Royal Historical Society (Great Britain) - 1873 - 476 pàgines
...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...thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Unicuique dedit vitium natura creato (Propertius) — Then gently scan your brother man, Still... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1873 - 590 pàgines
...the stoure, 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' 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... | |
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