 | 1826 - 674 pàgines
..." I clasped 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...embrace, " Our parting was fu' tender ; " And, pledging aft to meet again, " We tore oursels asunder. " But, oh ! fell death's untimely frost, " That nipt... | |
 | Robert Burns, John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - 628 pàgines
...shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom ! he golden hours, on angel wiugs, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; or dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Vi' monie a vow and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender ; And, pledging aft to meet again, We... | |
 | John Aikin - 1838 - 796 pàgines
...fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie j b 1 aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder ; But О ! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower... | |
 | John Aikin, John Frost - 1838 - 752 pàgines
...fragrant shade I clasped her to my hosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; ber Dobhin lifts his clumsy heel And kicks, disdainful...frolic ended, yields again, To trudge the road, and aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder ; But O ! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower... | |
 | John Aikin - 1838 - 750 pàgines
...on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Higbland 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! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower... | |
 | 1839 - 880 pàgines
...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...fu' tender ; And pledging oft to meet again We tore ourselves asunder : But oh ! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's... | |
 | 1839 - 892 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1839 - 328 pàgines
...over the merits of the composition.1' 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' monie a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender ; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore... | |
 | 1841 - 986 pàgines
...and my dearie ; For dear to me as life and light, Was my own Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and locked embrace, Our parting was fu" tender, And pledging oft to meet again, We tore ourselves asunder. But, ah ! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower so early ; Now green's... | |
 | 1839 - 320 pàgines
...fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom ; The golden hours on angel's wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary." MEMOIR OF ROBERT BURNS. There are few individuals who have not heard of the name of Burns. No poet... | |
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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... 
