 | Robert Burns - 1800 - 520 pagini
...delighted over the sweet little leech at her bosom, where the poor fellow may hereafter wander, and what may be his fate. I remember a stanza in an old...That day she cradled me, " What land I was to travel in, " Or what death I should die !" . i • Old Scottish songs are, you know, a favorite study L770... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1806 - 622 pagini
...delighted over the sweet little leech at her bosom, where the poor fellow may hereafter wander, and what may be his fate. I remember a stanza in an old...notwithstanding its rude simplicity, speaks feelingly to ihe heart: " Little did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1806 - 506 pagini
...delighted over the sweet little leec hat her bosom, where the poor fellow may hereafter wander, and what may be his fate. I remember a stanza in an old...notwithstanding its rude simplicity, speaks feelingly to ihe heart : " Little did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or... | |
 | Robert Hartley Cromek - 1810 - 286 pagini
...an old Scots ballad which, notwithstanding its rude simplicity, speaks feelingly to the heartLittle did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die ! In addition to these remarks it will be proper to add, that William... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1813 - 506 pagini
...delighted over the sweet little leech at her bosom, where the poor fellow may hereafter wander, and what may be his fate. I remember a stanza in an old...did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What laud I was to travel in, Or what death I should die !" Old Scottish songs are, you know, a favourite... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1815 - 354 pagini
...his fate. I rememher a stanza in an old Seottish halhtd, whieh, notwithstanding its rude simplieity, speaks feelingly to the heart : " Little did my mother think, That day she eradled me, 'What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die!" Old Seottish songs are, you... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1815 - 354 pagini
...delighted over the sweet little leech at her bosom, where the poop fellow may hereafter wander, and what may be his fate. I remember a stanza in an old Scottish ballud, which, notwithstanding its rude simplicity, speaks feelingly to the heart: " Little did my... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 714 pagini
...delighted over the sweet little leech at her bosom, where the poor fellow may hereafter wander, and what may be his fate. I remember a stanza in an old...its rude simplicity, speaks feelingly to the heart : D d 2 " Little did my mother think, " That day she cradled me, " What land I was to travel in, "... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1819 - 388 pagini
...delighted over the sweet little leech at her bosom, where the poor fellow may hereafter wander, and what may be his fate. I remember a stanza in an old...That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die I" Old Scottish sjongs are, you know, a favourite study and pursuit... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1819 - 658 pagini
...delighted over the sweet little leech at her bosom, where the poor fellow may hereafter wander, and what may be his fate. I remember a stanza in an old...That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die !' Old Scottish songs are, you know, a favourite study and pursuit of... | |
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Little did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die... 
