 | Tom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode - 1927 - 1432 Seiten
...hawthorn's blossom, 10 As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life, 15 Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow and locked embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And,... | |
 | Frederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington - 1928 - 454 Seiten
...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...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 Seiten
...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 dearie; For dear...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... | |
 | James O'Donnell Bennett - 1928 - 488 Seiten
...hawthorn's blossom I 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...me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary I Wi' many a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender; And, pledging aft to meet again,... | |
 | Ralph Knight - 1959 - 246 Seiten
...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...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 Seiten
...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...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 Seiten
...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 dearie; For dear...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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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... 
