 | Robert Burns - 1800 - 460 pages
...reward secure, The lovely Mary Mori son. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said... | |
 | English literature - 1809 - 574 pages
...gaed thro' the lighted ha ? To thee my fancy look its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', ' Ye are na" Mary Morison." '' Wandering Willie," can reach every heart... | |
 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1818 - 354 pages
...despairing, Than aught in the world beside — Jessy ! " The conclusion of the other is as follows. " Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed...Fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed and said among them... | |
 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1818 - 338 pages
...beside — Jessy!" The conclusion of the other is as follows. " Yestreen, when to the tremblingwstring The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took us wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1822 - 232 pages
...my fame up with a shriek, like dames Who dread to soil their slippers. MAY MORISON enters singing. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed...took its wing : I sat, but neither heard nor saw. (.Dresses her.) Eh ! help me, madam, you 've a martial look ; The bonnet fits you rarely — the sword,... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - English poetry - 1822 - 418 pages
...reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was br . And you the toast of a' the towv O Mary, canst thou... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - Ballads, Scots - 1825 - 388 pages
...bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure Of lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed...that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', Ye are na Mary Morison. O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 pages
...reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison ! Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',. To thee my fancy took its wing ; I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, ami said... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 pages
...frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gacd through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, hut neither heard nor saw: Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town,... | |
 | Robert Burns, Alfred Howard - Poetry - 1826 - 226 pages
...the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed...thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said... | |
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The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison! 
