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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... pleasure To call at Park . Mossgiel , 30th October , 1786 . ROBERT BURNS . EPITAPH ON THE POET'S DAUGHTER . HERE lies a rose , a budding rose , Blasted before its bloom ; Whose innocence did sweets disclose Beyond that flower's perfume ...
... pleasure To call at Park . Mossgiel , 30th October , 1786 . ROBERT BURNS . EPITAPH ON THE POET'S DAUGHTER . HERE lies a rose , a budding rose , Blasted before its bloom ; Whose innocence did sweets disclose Beyond that flower's perfume ...
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... and brown unsightly plains , To you I sing my grief - inspired strains : Ye tempests , rage ! ye turbid torrents , roll ! Ye suit the joyless tenor of my soul . Life's social haunts and pleasures I resign , Be nameless of Burns . 25.
... and brown unsightly plains , To you I sing my grief - inspired strains : Ye tempests , rage ! ye turbid torrents , roll ! Ye suit the joyless tenor of my soul . Life's social haunts and pleasures I resign , Be nameless of Burns . 25.
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... pleasures I resign , Be nameless wilds and lonely wanderings mine , To mourn the woes my country must endure , That wound degenerate ages cannot cure . TO JOHN M'MURDO , ESQ . O , COULD I give thee India's wealth , As I this trifle send ...
... pleasures I resign , Be nameless wilds and lonely wanderings mine , To mourn the woes my country must endure , That wound degenerate ages cannot cure . TO JOHN M'MURDO , ESQ . O , COULD I give thee India's wealth , As I this trifle send ...
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... to shield the honour'd land , Strong may she glow with all her ancient fire ; May every son be worthy of his sire ; Firm may she rise with generous disdain At Tyranny's , or direr Pleasure's chain ; Still self 44 The Poems.
... to shield the honour'd land , Strong may she glow with all her ancient fire ; May every son be worthy of his sire ; Firm may she rise with generous disdain At Tyranny's , or direr Pleasure's chain ; Still self 44 The Poems.
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... Pleasure's chain ; Still self - dependent in her native shore , Bold may she brave grim Danger's loudest roar , Till Fate the curtain drop on worlds to be no more . NATURE'S LAW . A POEM HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO G. H. ESQ . Great nature ...
... Pleasure's chain ; Still self - dependent in her native shore , Bold may she brave grim Danger's loudest roar , Till Fate the curtain drop on worlds to be no more . NATURE'S LAW . A POEM HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO G. H. ESQ . Great nature ...
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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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