 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
 | Henry Cabot Lodge - 1880 - 408 стор.
...now. And you may gather garlands there, Would grace a summer queen.". SIR WALTER SCOTT. SONG. '• A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine! To pull the thorn, thy brow to hraid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet... | |
 | David Munro - 1881 - 160 стор.
...verdure wave; They bear through every clime, The harvests of all time, On, on, for ever. THE EOVEE. " 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. But she shall bloom in winter enow, Ere we two meet again." " This morn is... | |
 | Edward Moxon (and co.) - 1882 - 580 стор.
...spirits that lie In the azure sky When they love but live no more. A WEARY LOT IS THINE, FAIR MAID. Br SIR WALTER SCOTT. " A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid,...Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again." He turned his... | |
 | 1882 - 578 стор.
...And my fause luver stole my rose, But, ah ! he left the thorn wi' me. BUBNS. A WEARY LOT IS THINE. A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine...feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — Ko more of me you knew, my love ; No more of me you knew. This morn is merry June, I trow, The... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1882 - 660 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 ! To pull the thorn thy brow to brail}, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1882 - 780 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! To pull the them thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of... | |
 | Charles Rogers - 1882 - 544 стор.
...mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever. A WEARY LOT IS THINE, FAIR MAID.' "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 !... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1883 - 394 стор.
...and ha' ; The lady was not seen : She's o'er the Border, and awa' Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean. LIGHT LOVE. 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... | |
 | English lyrics - 1883 - 330 стор.
...dishonour sit By his grave ever ; Blessing shall hallow it, — Never, oh never. CXLIII. SONG. AWEARY lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To...Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. This mom is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall... | |
 | Maria Henrietta De la Cherois-Crommelin - 1883 - 332 стор.
...cloud had darkened her summer sun. What was the matter ? He sat silent. She sat silent. CHAPTER XXVII. A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the...the Lincoln green, No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. ON the sofa near this silent couple, Gascoigne and Daisy, sat the wretched... | |
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