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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... thou alone in guilt immortal swell , And make a vast monopoly of hell ? Thou know'st , the virtues cannot hate thee worse , The vices also , must they club their curse ? Or must no tiny sin to others fall , Because thy guilt's supreme ...
... thou alone in guilt immortal swell , And make a vast monopoly of hell ? Thou know'st , the virtues cannot hate thee worse , The vices also , must they club their curse ? Or must no tiny sin to others fall , Because thy guilt's supreme ...
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... thou at all mankind the flag unfurls , Who on my fair - one satire's vengeance hurls ? Who calls thee pert , affected , vain coquette , A wit in folly , and a fool in wit ? Who says that fool alone is not thy due , And quotes thy ...
... thou at all mankind the flag unfurls , Who on my fair - one satire's vengeance hurls ? Who calls thee pert , affected , vain coquette , A wit in folly , and a fool in wit ? Who says that fool alone is not thy due , And quotes thy ...
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... thou'rt bereft Of my parental care ; A faithful brother I have left , My part in him thou'lt share ! Adieu too , to you too , My Smith , my bosom frien ' ; When kindly you mind me , O then befriend my Jean ! When bursting anguish tears ...
... thou'rt bereft Of my parental care ; A faithful brother I have left , My part in him thou'lt share ! Adieu too , to you too , My Smith , my bosom frien ' ; When kindly you mind me , O then befriend my Jean ! When bursting anguish tears ...
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... Thou liv'st on high for ever ! ) Still o'er the field the combat burns , The Tories , Whigs , give way by turns ; But Fate the word has spoken For woman's wit and strength o ' man , Alas ! can do but what they can ! The Tory ranks are ...
... Thou liv'st on high for ever ! ) Still o'er the field the combat burns , The Tories , Whigs , give way by turns ; But Fate the word has spoken For woman's wit and strength o ' man , Alas ! can do but what they can ! The Tory ranks are ...
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... Thou art acting but thyself . Wert thou awkward , stiff , affected , Spurning nature , torturing art ; Loves and graces all rejected , Then indeed thou'd'st act a part . THE LEAGUE AND COVENANT . THE Solemn League and Covenant Cost ...
... Thou art acting but thyself . Wert thou awkward , stiff , affected , Spurning nature , torturing art ; Loves and graces all rejected , Then indeed thou'd'st act a part . THE LEAGUE AND COVENANT . THE Solemn League and Covenant Cost ...
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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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