 | Tom Turner - 1996 - 262 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
 | Cecilia Kennedy - 2004 - 164 pages
...him. So I pulled the book of poems out of the bag, cracked it open and skimmed a few lines: "But oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae...and cauld's the clay That wraps my Highland Mary!" He had to be kidding. Drambuie. The Glenlivet. Tartan Ale. I plunked my contribution to Burns Night,... | |
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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... 
