 O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest. I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa'...  Spirit of the English Magazines - Сторінка 621829Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Robert Burns - 1887 - 730 стор.
...autumn wild, and winter rude ! But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the caslle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression... | |
 | Andrew Wanless - 1891 - 318 стор.
...Oh, gin my love were yon red rose," to George Thompson of Edinburgh; it is founded on the following: O, gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Down on that red rose I would fa'. O, my love's bonny, bonny, bonny. My love's... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1892 - 130 стор.
...Autumn wild, and Winter rude ! But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. O gin my love were yon red rose, That grows upon the castle wa' ; And I mysel a drap o' dew, Into her bonie breast to fa" ! O there, beyond expression blest, I'd feast on... | |
 | Robert Burns, Nathan Haskell Dole - 1892 - 322 стор.
...autumn wild, and winter rude ! But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonny breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest, I'd feast on... | |
 | 1892 - 664 стор.
...Rob, an' pit it cheek by jowl vri' that ither fooshinless thingie," said Francie ; and he recited : O ! gin my love were yon red rose, That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew Into her bonnie breast to fa'. O, there beyond expression blest, I'd feast on... | |
 | 1892 - 656 стор.
...Rob, an' pit it cheek by jowl wi' that ither fooshinless thingie," said Francie ; and he recited : O ! gin my love were yon red rose, That grows upon the castle wa't And I mysel' a drap o' dew Into her bonnie breast to fa'. O, there beyond expression blest, I'd... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 518 стор.
...closing flowers at night, And heaven thy morn will blese." Tear. О GIN MY LOVE WERE YON BED ВОЗЕ. О gin my love were yon red rose, That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysell a drap of dew, Down on that red rose I would fa'. 0 my love's bonny, bonny, bonny ; 0 my love's bonny, and fair to... | |
 | Robert Brown (F.S.A., Scot.) - 1893 - 408 стор.
...That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the Heaven's breath—" and here is Burns — " O that my love were yon red rose, That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonny breast to fa'." (Cheers.) Let me notice how much Shakespeare and... | |
 | Alexander Gordon - 1894 - 334 стор.
...frae Rob, an' pit it cheek by jowl wi' that ither fooshinless thing," said Francie ; and he recited : O ! gin my love were yon red rose. That grows upon the castle wa', And I myseP a drap o' dew O, there beyond expression blest I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Sealed on her... | |
 | 1895 - 656 стор.
...goes on to wish, in that happy case, that he were a ' bird to shelter there.' When he cries : — " ' O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa' And I mysel a drap o' dew Into her bonny breast to fa',' he himself borrows from an older song; and does... | |
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