 | 1846 - 166 pàgines
...her to my bosom ! " The golden hours on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me ns light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and locli'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender ; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore ourselves asunder.... | |
 | 1846 - 374 pàgines
...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 ! " What a refulgent morsel of the beautiful and the sublime is the line " The golden hours, on angel-wings... | |
 | Robert Burns, James Currie - 1847 - 704 pàgines
...shade, 1 clasp'd her to my ijosorn! 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 tote... | |
 | 1847 - 906 pàgines
...shade, I clasped 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. Wi' monie a vow and locked embrace, Our parting was fu' tender, And pledging aft to meet again, We tore... | |
 | British empire - 1847 - 856 pàgines
...fragrant shade, I clasped her to my bosom ! The angel-hours, on golden wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary." So sang Burns of the woman for whom, of all others, he seems to have formed the most enduring attachment.... | |
 | British minstrel - 1848 - 480 pàgines
...fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my hosom. The gulden hours, on angel wing ;, 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 emhrace, Our parting was fu' tender ; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore ourselves asunder. But... | |
 | Marlborough coll - 1855 - 126 pàgines
...heart. How beautiful are the lines which he consecrates to the memory of his own early love, his " 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 ; " But, oh ! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1849 - 906 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 Mary. Wi1 monte a vow and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu" tender ; And, pledging afc to meet again, We... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 pàgines
...fragrant shade, 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 Mary. With mony a vow and locked embrace, Our parting was full tender; And pledging oft to meet again, We... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1865 - 236 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 Mary. Wi' mony a TOW, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender ; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels... | |
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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... 
