| Frederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington - 1928 - 454 pàgines
...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...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 oursels asunder;... | |
| Mark Van Doren - 1928 - 1390 pàgines
...o' Green be your Your waters There Summer And there th For there I tool O' my sweet How sweetlv bl The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my...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... | |
| Ralph Knight - 1959 - 246 pàgines
...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...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... | |
| Tom Turner - 1996 - 262 pàgines
...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. The New Sculpture of the late nineteenth century was concerned with the representation of ideas, and... | |
| Sarah Lugg - 2000 - 72 pàgines
...lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted — We had na'er been brokenhearted. — Robert Burns The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my...to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. — Robert Burns Whrn you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this... | |
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