The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, Том 2Little, Brown, 1865 |
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... till Jamie comes Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn Lines to Sir John Whitefoord Third Epistle to Mr. Graham of Fintry Address to the Shade of Thomson SONG - Lovely Davies SONG - The Bonny Wee Thing . To Mr. Maxwell of Terraughty on ...
... till Jamie comes Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn Lines to Sir John Whitefoord Third Epistle to Mr. Graham of Fintry Address to the Shade of Thomson SONG - Lovely Davies SONG - The Bonny Wee Thing . To Mr. Maxwell of Terraughty on ...
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... till a very recent period , if not till the present day . But it is important to notice that the rite itself , and even the place where it was adminis- tered , form no part of the picture . Burns limits him- self to the assemblage ...
... till a very recent period , if not till the present day . But it is important to notice that the rite itself , and even the place where it was adminis- tered , form no part of the picture . Burns limits him- self to the assemblage ...
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... Till a ' the hills are rairin ' , And echoes back return the shouts Black Russell1 is na sparin ' : tickle roaring 1 The Rev. John Russell , at this time minister of the Chapel- of - Ease , Kilmarnock , afterwards minister of Stirling ...
... Till a ' the hills are rairin ' , And echoes back return the shouts Black Russell1 is na sparin ' : tickle roaring 1 The Rev. John Russell , at this time minister of the Chapel- of - Ease , Kilmarnock , afterwards minister of Stirling ...
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... Till some ane by his bonnet lays , And gies them't like a tether , Fu ' lang that day . Waesucks ! for him that gets nae lass , Or lasses that hae naething ! Sma ' need has he to say a grace , Or melvie his braw claithing ! Oh wives ...
... Till some ane by his bonnet lays , And gies them't like a tether , Fu ' lang that day . Waesucks ! for him that gets nae lass , Or lasses that hae naething ! Sma ' need has he to say a grace , Or melvie his braw claithing ! Oh wives ...
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... Till aft his gudeness is abused ; And rascals whiles that do him wrang , Even that , he does na mind it lang : As master , landlord , husband , father , He does na fail his part in either . But then nae thanks to him for a ' that , Nae ...
... Till aft his gudeness is abused ; And rascals whiles that do him wrang , Even that , he does na mind it lang : As master , landlord , husband , father , He does na fail his part in either . But then nae thanks to him for a ' that , Nae ...
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Allan Cunningham amang Auchtertyre auld auld lang syne Ayrshire banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blithe bonny lasses bosom braes brig bright Burns Burns's Captain Riddell charms Clarinda Craigdarroch dance dear death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Exciseman fair Farewell fate fear Fête Champêtre flowers frae Glen Glenriddel grace hame heart Heaven Highland hills honest honour honoured land Igo and ago Jamie John Johnson's Museum Kilmarnock lassie Lon'on Lord Mauchline maun meikle monie morning mourn Muse nae mair naebody ne'er never night Nith o'er owre Peggy's pleasure poem poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing song soul stanzas sweet tear thee There's thou TUNE verses wander waur weel Whigs whistle wild Willie wind woods ye'll
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