Selected Poems of Robert BurnsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1896 - 223 страница |
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... John Rankin • · 113 Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn • 117 Tam O'Shanter 120 On the late Captain Grose's Peregrinations thro ' Scotland 130 Verses Written under the Portrait of Fergusson the Poet Verses on the Destruction of the ...
... John Rankin • · 113 Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn • 117 Tam O'Shanter 120 On the late Captain Grose's Peregrinations thro ' Scotland 130 Verses Written under the Portrait of Fergusson the Poet Verses on the Destruction of the ...
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... John Anderson my Jo . Guidwife Count the Lawin ? What can a Young Lassie do wi ' an Auld Man O , for Ane and Twenty , Tam ! . Bess and her Spinning Wheel The Banks o ' Doon . Version printed in the Musical Museum For the sake o ...
... John Anderson my Jo . Guidwife Count the Lawin ? What can a Young Lassie do wi ' an Auld Man O , for Ane and Twenty , Tam ! . Bess and her Spinning Wheel The Banks o ' Doon . Version printed in the Musical Museum For the sake o ...
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... John Barleycorn The Rigs o Barley · · · Song - Behind yon hills where Stinchar flows Green Grow the Rashes Ye Banks , and Braes , and Streams around Auld Lang Syne Bruce's Address to his Army at Bannockburn . For a ' that and a ' that ...
... John Barleycorn The Rigs o Barley · · · Song - Behind yon hills where Stinchar flows Green Grow the Rashes Ye Banks , and Braes , and Streams around Auld Lang Syne Bruce's Address to his Army at Bannockburn . For a ' that and a ' that ...
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... repulsive world . " Yet we may compare this winter love - scene in Ayrshire with another in Sicily , and not find the contrast too INTRODUCTION . xxxix SONGS-continued Out over the Forth John Barleycorn The Rigs o Barley.
... repulsive world . " Yet we may compare this winter love - scene in Ayrshire with another in Sicily , and not find the contrast too INTRODUCTION . xxxix SONGS-continued Out over the Forth John Barleycorn The Rigs o Barley.
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... John Anderson , " nor the quiet fun of " Duncan Gray cam ' here to woo , " nor the rather fatuous gaiety of " Ye Mauchline Belles . " Perhaps , in the world , and in the poetry of all peoples , there is nothing , unless it be the ...
... John Anderson , " nor the quiet fun of " Duncan Gray cam ' here to woo , " nor the rather fatuous gaiety of " Ye Mauchline Belles . " Perhaps , in the world , and in the poetry of all peoples , there is nothing , unless it be the ...
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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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