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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... kissing barefit carlins . Combustion thro ' our boroughs rode Whistling his roaring pack abroad Of mad unmuzzled lions ; As Queensberry buff and blue unfurl'd , And Westerha ' and Hopeton hurl'd To every Whig defiance . But cautious ...
... kissing barefit carlins . Combustion thro ' our boroughs rode Whistling his roaring pack abroad Of mad unmuzzled lions ; As Queensberry buff and blue unfurl'd , And Westerha ' and Hopeton hurl'd To every Whig defiance . But cautious ...
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... kiss her brows ! ) Led on the loves and graces : She won each gaping burgess ' heart , While he , all - conquering , play'd his part Among their wives and lasses . Craigdarroch led a light - arm'd corps , Tropes , metaphors and figures ...
... kiss her brows ! ) Led on the loves and graces : She won each gaping burgess ' heart , While he , all - conquering , play'd his part Among their wives and lasses . Craigdarroch led a light - arm'd corps , Tropes , metaphors and figures ...
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... kiss her maids , and kick the perverse bitch . EPITAPH ON A HENPECK'D COUNTRY SQUIRE . As father Adam first was fool'd , A case that's still too common , Here lies a man a woman rul'd , The Devil rul'd the woman . EPIGRAM ON SAID ...
... kiss her maids , and kick the perverse bitch . EPITAPH ON A HENPECK'D COUNTRY SQUIRE . As father Adam first was fool'd , A case that's still too common , Here lies a man a woman rul'd , The Devil rul'd the woman . EPIGRAM ON SAID ...
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... kiss the seal imprest , The sacred vow , we ne'er should sever . The haunt o ' spring's the primrose brae , The simmer joys the flocks to follow ; How cheery thro ' her shortening day Is autumn , in her weeds o ' yellow ! But can they ...
... kiss the seal imprest , The sacred vow , we ne'er should sever . The haunt o ' spring's the primrose brae , The simmer joys the flocks to follow ; How cheery thro ' her shortening day Is autumn , in her weeds o ' yellow ! But can they ...
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... KISS ME NOW . ' IN simmer when the hay was mawn , And corn wav'd green in ilka field , While claver blooms white o'er the lea , And roses blaw in ilka bield ; Blithe Bessie in the milking shiel , Says , ' I'll be wed , come o't what ...
... KISS ME NOW . ' IN simmer when the hay was mawn , And corn wav'd green in ilka field , While claver blooms white o'er the lea , And roses blaw in ilka bield ; Blithe Bessie in the milking shiel , Says , ' I'll be wed , come o't what ...
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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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