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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... , in Scottish senate bred , Who owns a Bushby's heart without the head , Comes ' mid a string of coxcombs to display , That veni , vidi , vici , is his way ; The shrinking bard adown an alley skulks , And dreads of Burns . 5.
... , in Scottish senate bred , Who owns a Bushby's heart without the head , Comes ' mid a string of coxcombs to display , That veni , vidi , vici , is his way ; The shrinking bard adown an alley skulks , And dreads of Burns . 5.
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... ' his heart is rank poison , ' Another replies . ON HIMSELF . HERE comes Burns On Rosinante ; She's d- poor , But he's d- canty ! GRACE BEFORE MEAT . LORD , when hunger pinches sore of Burns . 71 EPITAPH ON WALTER S——. ...
... ' his heart is rank poison , ' Another replies . ON HIMSELF . HERE comes Burns On Rosinante ; She's d- poor , But he's d- canty ! GRACE BEFORE MEAT . LORD , when hunger pinches sore of Burns . 71 EPITAPH ON WALTER S——. ...
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... comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane , like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . O had she but been of a lower degree , I ...
... comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane , like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . O had she but been of a lower degree , I ...
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... comes let doctors tell , Ha , ha , & c . Meg grew sick — as he grew well , Ha , ha , & c . Something in her bosom wrings , For relief a sigh she brings ; And O , her een , they spak sic things ! Ha , ha , & c . Duncan was a lad o ...
... comes let doctors tell , Ha , ha , & c . Meg grew sick — as he grew well , Ha , ha , & c . Something in her bosom wrings , For relief a sigh she brings ; And O , her een , they spak sic things ! Ha , ha , & c . Duncan was a lad o ...
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... COMES HAME . ' Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes , While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw ; But to me it's delightless - my Nannie's awa . The snaw - drap and ...
... COMES HAME . ' Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes , While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw ; But to me it's delightless - my Nannie's awa . The snaw - drap and ...
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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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