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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... pride , When a ' my banks sae bravely saw Their woody pictures in my tide ; When hanging beech and spreading elm Shaded my stream sae clear and cool And stately oaks their twisted arms Threw broad and dark across the pool ; ' When ...
... pride , When a ' my banks sae bravely saw Their woody pictures in my tide ; When hanging beech and spreading elm Shaded my stream sae clear and cool And stately oaks their twisted arms Threw broad and dark across the pool ; ' When ...
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... pride ! Dowie she saunters down Nithside , And ay a westlin leuk she throws , While tears hap o'er her auld brown nose ! Was it for this , wi ' canny care , Thou bure the Bard through many a shire ? At howes or hillocks never stumbled ...
... pride ! Dowie she saunters down Nithside , And ay a westlin leuk she throws , While tears hap o'er her auld brown nose ! Was it for this , wi ' canny care , Thou bure the Bard through many a shire ? At howes or hillocks never stumbled ...
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... pride , O ' manhood but sma ' is your share ! Ye've the figure , it's true , Even our faes maun allow , And your friends daurna say ye hae mair , Cessnockside , And your friends daurna say ye hae mair . Daddie Auld , Daddie Auld ...
... pride , O ' manhood but sma ' is your share ! Ye've the figure , it's true , Even our faes maun allow , And your friends daurna say ye hae mair , Cessnockside , And your friends daurna say ye hae mair . Daddie Auld , Daddie Auld ...
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... pride , And eke a braw new brechan , My Pegasus I'm got astride , And up Parnassus pechin ; Whiles owre a bush wi ' downward crush , The doited beastie stammers ; Then up he gets , and off he sets For sake o ' Willie Chalmers . I doubt ...
... pride , And eke a braw new brechan , My Pegasus I'm got astride , And up Parnassus pechin ; Whiles owre a bush wi ' downward crush , The doited beastie stammers ; Then up he gets , and off he sets For sake o ' Willie Chalmers . I doubt ...
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... God , his Grace . There's naething here but Highland pride , And Highland scab and hunger ; If Providence has sent me here , ' Twas surely in an anger . A TOAST . GIVEN AT A MEETING OF THE DUMFRIESSHIRE 58 The Poems EPIGRAM. ...
... God , his Grace . There's naething here but Highland pride , And Highland scab and hunger ; If Providence has sent me here , ' Twas surely in an anger . A TOAST . GIVEN AT A MEETING OF THE DUMFRIESSHIRE 58 The Poems EPIGRAM. ...
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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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