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" 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 life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu... "
Dixon's (the Celebrated Buffo Singer) Oddities: A Collection of Nerve ... - Page 11
by George Dixon - 1842 - 36 lehte
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Select Works of the British Poets, in a Chronological Series from Falconer ...

John Aikin - 1838 - 796 lehte
...dearie j For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embra oursels asunder ; But О ! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 9. köide

1839 - 880 lehte
...sweet Highland Mary. " Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender ; And pledging oft to meet again We tore ourselves asunder : But oh !...nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay That wraps my Highland Mary. " O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I ol ' hae kiss'd...
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Ladies Companion and Literary Expositor: A Monthly Magazine ..., 11–12. köide

1839 - 656 lehte
...characterise our future embellishment* of this description. w * i, ' f «*• se <0' ».i » » e« Our parting was fu' tender; And, pledging aft to meet again ; We tore our* r.'ls asunder. Bui oli! (HI death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green 's...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 46. köide

1839 - 892 lehte
...lock'd embraot Our parting was fu' tender ; And pledging oft to meet again We tore ourselves ;. -under : But oh ! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green s the sod, and cauld i the clay That wraps my Highland Mary. " O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,...
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Selections from the British Poets, 2. köide

1840 - 368 lehte
...my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender ; And, pledging...asunder ; But, oh ! fell death's untimely frost, That nipp'd my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod and cauld's the clay That wraps my Highland Mary !...
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The Works of Robert Burns, 2. köide

Robert Burns - 1841 - 354 lehte
...my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace. Our parting was fu' tender ; And, pledging...death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early ! demned as a rake. Had Mary survived, however, these objections would, doubtless, have been surmounted...
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Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, 2. köide

John Wilson - 1842 - 380 lehte
...sweet Highland Mary. " Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging oft to meet again We tore ourselves asunder: But oh !...nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay That wraps my Highland Mary. " O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I oft hae kiss'd...
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Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, 2. köide

John Wilson - 1842 - 384 lehte
...sweet Highland Mary. " Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging oft to meet again We tore ourselves asunder: But oh !...nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay That wraps my Highland Mary. " O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I oft hae kiss'd...
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The Ladies' Pearl: A Monthly Magazine, 2. köide

1842 - 622 lehte
...that parting scene so touchingly depicted hy his own words : " 'Wi' mony a vow and lock't emhrace, Our parting was fu' tender : And pledging aft to meet again, We tore ourselves asunder." There is no affectation here; neither gewgaws nor trifling frippery in attitude, action nor drapery...
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The Yale Literary Magazine, 8. köide

1843 - 582 lehte
...vow and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu" tender, And pledging oft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder ; But, oh ! fell death's untimely frost, That...nipt my flower sae early, Now green's the sod, and cauld'a the clay That wraps my Highland Mary. ' O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I oft hae kiss'd...
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