The modern Scottish minstrel; or, The songs of Scotland of the past half century, with memoirs of the poets, and specimens in English verse of modern Gaelic bards, by C. Rogers, כרך 4

כריכה קדמית
Charles Rogers
1857
 

מה אומרים אנשים - כתיבת ביקורת

לא מצאנו ביקורות במקומות הרגילים

מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל

מונחים וביטויים נפוצים

קטעים בולטים

עמוד 89 - Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rows, My bonie dearie.
עמוד 197 - Sair trouble cam' our gate, And made me, when it cam", A bird without a mate, A ewe without a lamb. Our hay was yet to maw. And our corn was yet to shear; When they a' dwined awa' In the fa
עמוד 59 - Ere a' my glee be past ; And trow ye as I sing, my lads, The burden o't shall be, Auld Scotland's howes and Scotland's knowes, And Scotland's hills for me ; We'll drink a cup to Scotland yet, Wi' a
עמוד 198 - ... be caulder still, And sair sair in the fauld, Will be the winter's chill; For peats were yet to ca', Our sheep they were to smear, When my a' dwined awa', In the fa' o
עמוד 89 - If ye'll but stand to what ye've said, I'se gang wi' you, my shepherd lad, And ye may row me in your plaid, And I sail be your dearie.' ' While waters wimple to the sea, While day blinks in the lift' sae hie. Till clay-cauld death sail blin
עמוד 89 - I was bred up at nae sic school, My shepherd lad, to play the fool, And a' the day to sit in dool, And naebody to see me.
עמוד 246 - MY AIN WIFE I WADNA gi'e my ain wife For ony wife I see; I wadna gi'e my ain wife For ony wife I see; A bonnier yet I've never seen, A better canna be— I wadna gi'e my ain wife For ony wife I see! 0 couthie is my ingle-check, An' cheerie is my Jean ; 1 never see her angry look, Nor hear her word on ane. She's gude wi' a' the neebors roun* An' aye gude wi' me — I wadna gi'e my ain wife For ony wife I see. An...
עמוד 89 - While waters wimple to the sea, While day blinks in the lift sae hie ; Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my e'e, Ye aye shall be my dearie.
עמוד 59 - Her fountains sing o' freedom still, As they dance doun the dells; And weel I lo'e the land, my lads, That's girded by the sea; Then Scotland's vales and Scotland's dales, And Scotland's hills for me; We'll drink a cup to Scotland yet, Wi' a
עמוד 264 - Renfrewshire," 1820. LET us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie O ; Through its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie O, Where the rose in all her pride Paints the hollow dingle's side, Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie O. Let us wander by the mill) bonnie lassie O ; To the cove beside the rill, bonnie lassie O, Where the glens rebound the call Of the roaring waters' fall, Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie O.

מידע ביבליוגרפי