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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... kind stars hae airted till her A good chiel wi ' a pickle siller . My kindest , best respects I sen ' it , To cousin Kate an ' sister Janet ; Tell them frae me , wi ' chiels be cautious , For , faith , they'll aiblins fin ' them fashous ...
... kind stars hae airted till her A good chiel wi ' a pickle siller . My kindest , best respects I sen ' it , To cousin Kate an ' sister Janet ; Tell them frae me , wi ' chiels be cautious , For , faith , they'll aiblins fin ' them fashous ...
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... kind , Still may thy pages call to mind The dear , the beauteous donor : Though sweetly female every part , Yet such a head , and more the heart , Does both the sexes honour . She showed her tastes refined and just When she selected ...
... kind , Still may thy pages call to mind The dear , the beauteous donor : Though sweetly female every part , Yet such a head , and more the heart , Does both the sexes honour . She showed her tastes refined and just When she selected ...
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... kind acclaim , That dearest meed is granted - honest fame ; When here your favour is the actor's lot , Nor even the man in private life forgot ; What breast so dead to heav'nly virtue's glow , But heaves impassion'd with the grateful ...
... kind acclaim , That dearest meed is granted - honest fame ; When here your favour is the actor's lot , Nor even the man in private life forgot ; What breast so dead to heav'nly virtue's glow , But heaves impassion'd with the grateful ...
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... And there , is Beauty's blossom ! The Hero of these artless strains , A lowly Bard was he , Who sung his rhymes in Coila's plains With meikle mirth an ' glee ; Kind Nature's care had given his share , Large , of Burns . 45.
... And there , is Beauty's blossom ! The Hero of these artless strains , A lowly Bard was he , Who sung his rhymes in Coila's plains With meikle mirth an ' glee ; Kind Nature's care had given his share , Large , of Burns . 45.
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... Kind Nature's care had given his share , Large , of the flaming current ; And , all devout , he never sought To stem the sacred torrent . He felt the powerful , high behest , Thrill , vital , thro ' and thro ' ; And sought a ...
... Kind Nature's care had given his share , Large , of the flaming current ; And , all devout , he never sought To stem the sacred torrent . He felt the powerful , high behest , Thrill , vital , thro ' and thro ' ; And sought a ...
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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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