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" MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. "
The Yale Literary Magazine - Page 373
1843
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The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, Volumes 1-3

Robert Burns - 1880 - 1024 pages
...Ye gallants braw, I rede you a', Beware o' bonny Ann 1 JOHN ANDERSON. TUNE — John Anderion my Jo. JOHN ANDERSON my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings...
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A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 1

William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 pages
...eyes, — fond as they were when this old ring was new ! WILLIAM Cox BENNETT. JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings...
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Favorite Poems

Robert Burns - 1877 - 116 pages
...or green ; There 's not a bonnie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean. JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. OHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings...
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On the Contrary: Essays by Men and Women

Martha Rainbolt, Janet Fleetwood - 1983 - 370 pages
...your own youth but the youth of your children. Sweet things vanish and brightness falls from the air. John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings...
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A Book of Love Poetry

Jon Stallworthy - 1986 - 422 pages
...hopeless surrender. Translated from the Russian by Vladimir Nabokov Robert Burns JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bony brow was brent; But now your brow is held, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings...
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英美名詩一百首

1993 - 412 pages
...我會回來的, 我的愛人, 即使萬里相隔@ 李小怡譯 孫梁校 39 John Anderson, My Jo Robert Bums John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow, But blessings...
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A Mixed Race: Ethnicity in Early America

Frank Shuffelton - 1993 - 295 pages
...lineal descendant of the celebrated, 'John Anderson my Jo.'" In Burns's poem, the speaker recalls young John: "When we were first acquent/ Your locks were like the raven /your bonny brow was brent." The jest book parody relates how Johnny Anderson joined the loyalist forces...
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Robert Schumann: Herald of a "New Poetic Age"

John Daverio - 1997 - 624 pages
...those same locks have become "like the snaw," and her premonition of future happiness beyond the grave: John Anderson, my jo, John when we were first acquent your locks were like the raven, your bonie brow was brent. But now your brow is beld, your locks are like the snaw, But blessings on...
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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations

Elizabeth M. Knowles - 1999 - 1160 pages
...16 Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, An' corn rigs are bonnie. 'It was upon a Lammas Night' (1796) 17 lohn Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent. 'John Anderson my Jo' ( 1 790} 18 I once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell...
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Beyond the Heather Hills

Melissa Wiley - 2003 - 212 pages
...Laird 0' Cockpen, he's proud and he's great, His mind is ta'en up ar/' things o' the State . . ." And: "John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent; But now your brow is held, John; Your locks are like the snow; But blessing...
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