Lectures on the English PoetsTaylor and Hessey, 1819 - 331 páginas |
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... cutty sark o ' Paisley harn , That while a lassie she had worn , In longitude tho ' sorely scanty , It was her best , and she was vaunty.- Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie , That sark ON BURNS , AND THE OLD BALLADS . 269.
... cutty sark o ' Paisley harn , That while a lassie she had worn , In longitude tho ' sorely scanty , It was her best , and she was vaunty.- Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie , That sark ON BURNS , AND THE OLD BALLADS . 269.
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... Cutty Sark ! " And in an instant all was dark ; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied , When out the hellish legion sallied . As bees biz out wi ' angry fyke When plundering herds assail their byke ; As open pussie's mortal foes , When ...
... Cutty Sark ! " And in an instant all was dark ; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied , When out the hellish legion sallied . As bees biz out wi ' angry fyke When plundering herds assail their byke ; As open pussie's mortal foes , When ...
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Página 279 - The effect of reading this old ballad is as if all our hopes and fears hung upon the last fibre of the heart, and we felt that giving way. What silence, what loneliness, what leisure for grief and despair '. ' My father pressed me sair, my mother didna speak. But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break.