Selected Poems of Robert BurnsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1896 - 223 страница |
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... Brig his airy shape uprears , The ither flutters o'er the rising piers : Our warlock Rhymer instantly descry'd The Sprites that owre the Brigs of Ayr preside . ( That Bards are second - sighted is nae joke ROBERT BURNS . 29 .
... Brig his airy shape uprears , The ither flutters o'er the rising piers : Our warlock Rhymer instantly descry'd The Sprites that owre the Brigs of Ayr preside . ( That Bards are second - sighted is nae joke ROBERT BURNS . 29 .
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... BRIG . I doubt na , frien ' , ye'll think ye're nae sheep - shank , Ance ye were streekit owre frae bank to bank ! But gin ye be a Brig as auld as me , Tho ' , faith , that date , I doubt , ye'll never see ; There'll be , if that day ...
... BRIG . I doubt na , frien ' , ye'll think ye're nae sheep - shank , Ance ye were streekit owre frae bank to bank ! But gin ye be a Brig as auld as me , Tho ' , faith , that date , I doubt , ye'll never see ; There'll be , if that day ...
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... BRIG . Conceited gowk ! puff'd up wi ' windy pride ! This mony a year I've stood the flood an ' tide ; And tho ' wi ' crazy eild I'm sair forfairn , I'll be a Brig , when ye're a shapeless cairn ! As yet ye little ken about the matter ...
... BRIG . Conceited gowk ! puff'd up wi ' windy pride ! This mony a year I've stood the flood an ' tide ; And tho ' wi ' crazy eild I'm sair forfairn , I'll be a Brig , when ye're a shapeless cairn ! As yet ye little ken about the matter ...
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... BRIG . Fine architecture , trowth , I needs must say't o't ! The Lord be thankit that we've tint the gate o't ! Gaunt , ghastly , ghaist - alluring edifices , Hanging with threat'ning jut like precipices : O'er - arching , mouldy ...
... BRIG . Fine architecture , trowth , I needs must say't o't ! The Lord be thankit that we've tint the gate o't ! Gaunt , ghastly , ghaist - alluring edifices , Hanging with threat'ning jut like precipices : O'er - arching , mouldy ...
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... BRIG . O ye , my dear - remember'd , ancient yealins , Were ye but here to share my wounded feelings ! Ye worthy Proveses , an ' mony a Bailie , Wha in the paths o ' righteousness did toil ay ; Ye dainty Deacons , an ' ye douce ...
... BRIG . O ye , my dear - remember'd , ancient yealins , Were ye but here to share my wounded feelings ! Ye worthy Proveses , an ' mony a Bailie , Wha in the paths o ' righteousness did toil ay ; Ye dainty Deacons , an ' ye douce ...
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aboon ae night Allan Ramsay amang auld baith Bard blate Blythe bonie braes braw John Highlandman BRIG brunstane Burns Burns's CÆSAR cauld CHORUS Clootie crunt Cutty-sark dear dearie Deil Doon e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair Fergusson frae gies guid hame heart Highland Highland laddie himsel honest ilka ither Jacobite John Barleycorn Lal de lal lasses lassie Lord mair maun monie muckle Muse ne'er neebor never o'er owre the lave play'd poet poor pow'r pride RECITATIVO rhyme ROBERT BURNS round rustic sang scarcely Scotch Scotland Scots Scots wha hae Shanter Sing sodger laddie song sugh sweet Syne ta'en tell thee thegither There's thou thrang thro tune unco vex'd weary weel Whare Whigs Whyles Willie winds wooing o't ye'll
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