 A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No...  The Scottish Songs - Сторінка 14автори: Robert Chambers - 1829Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1863 - 438 стор.
...wither'd from the lake And no birds sing. ' J. Keats THE ROVER ' A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, /~x A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow...the Lincoln green — No more of me you knew My Love ! No more of me you knew. ' The morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1864 - 680 стор.
...like tiger on the hind, — But hark I our merry men so gay Troll forth another roundelay. Song. " A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine...thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine I A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No... | |
 | 1865 - 618 стор.
...find him?" The The ADC knew not. " Hur," said Smallweed, sadly, " A light blue eye, a soldier mean, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, No more than this you knew, old chap ;" — Etcetry. — Scott ; and, when found, make a note on. Say, look... | |
 | Basil St. John (fict. name.) - 1865 - 418 стор.
...the business there would involve a stay of two or three months. CHAPTER XXX IV. AN ACHING HEART. " A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To ln,ll the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the me for wine. A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 792 стор.
...tiger on the hind. — But, hark ! our merry men so gay Troll forth another roundelay."— SONG. " A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine...Lincoln green,— No more of me you knew. My love ! No more of me you knew. " This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall... | |
 | 1866 - 396 стор.
...and stones, and trees. Sir foalter Scott. [BORN 1771. DIID i832.] -^,.6* "A WEARY LOT is THINE." N WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine...Lincoln green,— No more of me you knew, my love, No more of me you knew. This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But it shall bloom... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 стор.
...wound the heart of him I love. SIR w. SCOTT 470 THE ROVER ' A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, •il- a weary lot is thine ! to pull the thorn thy brow...Lincoln green, — no more of me you knew, My love! no more of me you knew.' 'This morn is merry June, I trow, the rose is budding fain ; but she shall... | |
 | 1866 - 522 стор.
...cease to sigh, Or cease to love ? No, never J A WEARY LOT IS THINE. " A WEARY lot is thine, fair maiJ, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow...A doublet of the Lincoln green, No more of me you know, My love ! No more of me you know. 1' This morn, merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 466 стор.
...care not if a fox I wind."] But, hark ! our merry-men so gay Troll forth another roundelay." — l " A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine...press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien,8 A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love !... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1866 - 656 стор.
...tiger on the hind. — But, hark ! our merry men so gay Troll forth another roundeiay.' — Song. " A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thom thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of... | |
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