The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Том 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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... By all on high adoring mortals know ! By all the conscious villain fears below ! By your dear self ! -the last great oath I swear ; Nor life nor soul were ever half so dear ! EPIGRAM ON A NOTED COXCOMB . LIGHT lay the earth of Burns . 41.
... By all on high adoring mortals know ! By all the conscious villain fears below ! By your dear self ! -the last great oath I swear ; Nor life nor soul were ever half so dear ! EPIGRAM ON A NOTED COXCOMB . LIGHT lay the earth of Burns . 41.
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... EPIGRAM ON A NOTED COXCOMB . LIGHT lay the earth on Billy's breast , His chicken heart so tender ; But build a castle on his head , His scull will prop it under . TAM THE CHAPMAN . As Tam the Chapman on a day Wi ' Death forgather'd by ...
... EPIGRAM ON A NOTED COXCOMB . LIGHT lay the earth on Billy's breast , His chicken heart so tender ; But build a castle on his head , His scull will prop it under . TAM THE CHAPMAN . As Tam the Chapman on a day Wi ' Death forgather'd by ...
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... EPIGRAM ON SAID OCCASION . O DEATH , hadst thou but spar'd his life Whom we , this day , lament ! We freely wad exchang'd the wife , And a ' been weel content . Ev'n as he is , cauld in his graff , The swap we yet will do't ; Take thou ...
... EPIGRAM ON SAID OCCASION . O DEATH , hadst thou but spar'd his life Whom we , this day , lament ! We freely wad exchang'd the wife , And a ' been weel content . Ev'n as he is , cauld in his graff , The swap we yet will do't ; Take thou ...
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... EPIGRAM . WRITTEN AT INVERARY . WHOE'ER he be that sojourns here , I pity much his case , Unless he come to wait upon The Lord their God , his Grace . There's naething here but Highland pride , And Highland scab and hunger ; If ...
... EPIGRAM . WRITTEN AT INVERARY . WHOE'ER he be that sojourns here , I pity much his case , Unless he come to wait upon The Lord their God , his Grace . There's naething here but Highland pride , And Highland scab and hunger ; If ...
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... of ancient times Been , Jeanie Scott , as thou art , The bravest heart on English ground Had yielded like a coward . EPIGRAM ON CAPTAIN FRANCIS GROSE , THE CELEBRATED ANTIQUARY . 2 . F of Burns . 65 Till in a declamation-mist, ...
... of ancient times Been , Jeanie Scott , as thou art , The bravest heart on English ground Had yielded like a coward . EPIGRAM ON CAPTAIN FRANCIS GROSE , THE CELEBRATED ANTIQUARY . 2 . F of Burns . 65 Till in a declamation-mist, ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flower frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar sang simmer sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme troggin TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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