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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... fate . ' Alas ! I feel I am no actor here ! ' ' Tis real hangmen , real scourges bear ! Prepare , Maria , for a horrid tale Will turn thy very rouge to deadly pale ; Will make thy hair , tho ' erst from gipsy poll'd , By barber woven ...
... fate . ' Alas ! I feel I am no actor here ! ' ' Tis real hangmen , real scourges bear ! Prepare , Maria , for a horrid tale Will turn thy very rouge to deadly pale ; Will make thy hair , tho ' erst from gipsy poll'd , By barber woven ...
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... fate : Still she undaunted reels and rattles on , And dares the public like a noontide sun . ( What scandal called Maria's jaunty stagger , The ricket reeling of a crooked swagger ? Whose spleen e'en worse than Burns's venom when He ...
... fate : Still she undaunted reels and rattles on , And dares the public like a noontide sun . ( What scandal called Maria's jaunty stagger , The ricket reeling of a crooked swagger ? Whose spleen e'en worse than Burns's venom when He ...
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... fate Amid this mighty tulzie ! Grim Horror girn'd - pale Terror roar'd , As Murther at his thrapple shor'd , And Hell mix'd in the brulzie . As highland craigs by thunder cleft , When lightnings fire the stormy lift , Hurl down with ...
... fate Amid this mighty tulzie ! Grim Horror girn'd - pale Terror roar'd , As Murther at his thrapple shor'd , And Hell mix'd in the brulzie . As highland craigs by thunder cleft , When lightnings fire the stormy lift , Hurl down with ...
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... Fate the word has spoken For woman's wit and strength o ' man , Alas ! can do but what they can ! The Tory ranks are broken . O that my een were flowing burns ! My voice a lioness that mourns Her darling cubs ' undoing ! That I might ...
... Fate the word has spoken For woman's wit and strength o ' man , Alas ! can do but what they can ! The Tory ranks are broken . O that my een were flowing burns ! My voice a lioness that mourns Her darling cubs ' undoing ! That I might ...
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... fate allows ye To grace your blood . Nae mair at present can I measure , An ' trowth my rhymin ' ware's nae treasure ; But when in Ayr , some half hour's leisure , Be't light , be't dark , Sir Bard will do himself the pleasure To call ...
... fate allows ye To grace your blood . Nae mair at present can I measure , An ' trowth my rhymin ' ware's nae treasure ; But when in Ayr , some half hour's leisure , Be't light , be't dark , Sir Bard will do himself the pleasure To call ...
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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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