 | 1839 - 630 pągines
...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...dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Мягу! \Vi' mony a vow and locked embrace, Our parting was fu* tender; And, pledging aft to meet... | |
 | 1839 - 320 pągines
...blossom, As underneath its 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... | |
 | 1839 - 892 pągines
...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... | |
 | 1841 - 986 pągines
...blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade, I clasped her to my bosom ! The angel hours wi' golden wings, Flew o'er me 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,... | |
 | 1840 - 378 pągines
...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...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 ourselves asunder... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1840 - 872 pągines
...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... | |
 | John Wilson - 1840 - 372 pągines
...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,... | |
 | John Wilson, Robert Chambers - 1840 - 364 pągines
...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... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1841 - 384 pągines
...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... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 384 pągines
...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...life, Was 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:... | |
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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... 
