Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ...William Magee, 1793 |
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... tears will revel Like ony bead ; Death's gien the Lodge an unco devel , Tam Samfon's dead !. When winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ; When to the loughs the Curlers flock , Wi ' gleefame spied , Wha will they ...
... tears will revel Like ony bead ; Death's gien the Lodge an unco devel , Tam Samfon's dead !. When winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ; When to the loughs the Curlers flock , Wi ' gleefame spied , Wha will they ...
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... tear , Together hymning their Creator's praise , In fuch fociety , yet ftill more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere . XVII . Compar'd with this , how poor Religion's pride , In all the pomp of method and of art ...
... tear , Together hymning their Creator's praise , In fuch fociety , yet ftill more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere . XVII . Compar'd with this , how poor Religion's pride , In all the pomp of method and of art ...
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... Tears and unavailing pray'rs ! Perhaps , this hour , in Mis'ry's fqualid neft , She ftrains your infant to her joyless breast , • And with a Mother's fears fhrinks at the rocking • blast ! Oh , ye ! who funk in beds of down , Feel not a ...
... Tears and unavailing pray'rs ! Perhaps , this hour , in Mis'ry's fqualid neft , She ftrains your infant to her joyless breast , • And with a Mother's fears fhrinks at the rocking • blast ! Oh , ye ! who funk in beds of down , Feel not a ...
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... tear , The fympathetick glow ! Long fince , this world's thorny ways Had number'd out my weary days , Had it not been for you ! Fate ftill has bleft me with a friend , In ev'ry care and ill ; And oft a more endearing band , A tie more ...
... tear , The fympathetick glow ! Long fince , this world's thorny ways Had number'd out my weary days , Had it not been for you ! Fate ftill has bleft me with a friend , In ev'ry care and ill ; And oft a more endearing band , A tie more ...
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... Recollection's direful train , Muft wring my foul , ere Phoebus , low , hall kifs the diftant , weftern main VIII . And when my nightly couch I try , Sore - harafs'd out with care and grief , My toil - beat nerves , and tear - worn [ 152 ]
... Recollection's direful train , Muft wring my foul , ere Phoebus , low , hall kifs the diftant , weftern main VIII . And when my nightly couch I try , Sore - harafs'd out with care and grief , My toil - beat nerves , and tear - worn [ 152 ]
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aith Amang auld baith Bard blate bleft bonie braw breaft Brig Clootie corn Crunt dear Deil dimin e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry faft fair fame fark fcream fear fhall fhould fide fight filly fimple fing fmall focial fome foul fpring frae ftand ftill ftrains fure fweet fwelling grace hame heart Heaven Hellim himfel honeft horfe houſe ilka ither John Barleycorn juft laffes laft Lallan lefs leuk maun mony mourn muckle Mufe Mutchkin nae mair ne'er neebor night o'er owre pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r pride Profe reft rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round ruftic Samfon's dead Scotch Scotland ſhe tear tell thae thee thefe thegither thofe thou thro unco weary weel Weft Whare whofe Whyles WILLIAM MAGEE Ye'll ye're
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