Neue quellenfunde zu Robert Burns ...E. Karras, 1903 - 29 pages |
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blaw bonny bonny lass Brit Britischen Museums canna cauld Centenary Burns Charly Clarinda Coll darling dearie denen Burns dritte Strophe dürfte Edinb Edinburgh einen einige erinnert erst Fassung Favourite Songs forc'd frae für Gedicht gloamin Gold-finch habe heart Herd-MS Herd's Scots Songs immerhin inconstancy Inverness James Hook Jockey's können laddie lambkins lass lassie Let not women Lieder London maid Melodie Melodieen Muses Musical Miscellany Musical Museum Muss namentlich nane Nanie's awa Nature's natürlich Neue o'er open the door open'd Quellenstudien Ramsay's Robert Burns rove Roxburghe Ballads schon schottischer Scott Douglas sein shook his duds sind Sinne sleep Strophen sung sweet Tea-Table Miscellany thee Thomson thou thro tirled true love übrigens unserm Dichter Verse viel vielen vielleicht Vorlage waren WAUKIN weary weel he kend Welt wohl women e'er complain Wort Young Chevalier Zeile Zeilen zugleich zwei
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Page 16 - The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn, They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw; They mind me o...
Page vii - I consider the poetic sentiment correspondent to my idea of the musical expression ; then chuse my theme ; begin one stanza : when that is composed, which is generally the most difficult part of the business, I walk out, sit down now...
Page 18 - twas music to hear : But now she is absent, I walk by its side, And still as it murmurs do nothing but chide, Must you be so cheerful, while I go in pain ? Peace there with your bubbling, and hear me complain.
Page vii - When I feel my muse beginning to jade, I retire to the solitary fire-side of my study, and there commit my effusions to paper; swinging at intervals on the hind-legs of my elbow-chair ; by way of calling forth my own critical strictures, as my pen goes on. Seriously, this, at home, is almost invariably my way.
Page vii - ... business, I walk out, sit down now and then, look out for objects in nature around me that are in unison and harmony with the cogitations of my fancy, and workings of my bosom ; humming every now and then the air, with the verses I have framed. When I feel my muse beginning to jade, I retire to the solitary fire-side of my study, and there commit my effusions to paper ; swinging at intervals on the hind legs of my elbow-chair, by way of calling forth my own critical strictures, as my pen goes...
Page 9 - Chevalier. As he was walking up the street, The city for to view, O there he spied a bonie lass The window looking through, An' Charlie, &c. Sae light's he jumped up the stair, And tirl'd at the pin; And wha sae ready as hersel
Page 19 - I'll give him another, for why should not Tray Be as dull as his Master when Phoebe's away ? When walking with Phoebe what sights have I seen ! How fair was the flower, how fresh was the green ! What a lovely appearance the trees and the shade, The corn-fields and hedges, and...
Page 14 - Let us examine all the creatures, read The book of nature through, and we shall find Nothing doth still the same ; the stars do wander, And have their divers influence, the elements Shuffle into innumerable changes : Our constitutions vary ; herbs and trees Admit their frosts and summer ; and why then Should our desires, that are so nimble, and More subtle than the spirits in our blood, Be such...
Page 17 - Though woods now are bonny, and mornings are clear, \ While lavrocks are singing And primroses springing, / Yet nane of them pleases my eye or my ear, / When through the wood, laddie, ye dinna appear. That I am forsaken some spare no to tell ; I 'm fashed wi' their scorning Baith evening and morning ; Their jeering aft gaes to my heart wi' a knell, When through the wood, laddie, I wander mysel'.
Page 16 - Thou lav'rock that springs frae the dews of the lawn, The shepherd to warn o' the grey-breaking dawn, 10 And thou, mellow mavis, that hails the night fa', Give over for pity — my Nannie 's awa. Come Autumn, sae pensive, in yellow and grey, And soothe me wi' tidings o' Nature's decay : The dark dreary winter, and wild-driving snaw 15 Alane can delight me — now Nannie's awa.