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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... . FROM those drear solitudes and frowzy cells , Where infamy with sad repentance dwells ; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast , And deal from iron hands the spare repast ; Where truant ' prentices , yet young in sin , 4 The Poems.
... . FROM those drear solitudes and frowzy cells , Where infamy with sad repentance dwells ; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast , And deal from iron hands the spare repast ; Where truant ' prentices , yet young in sin , 4 The Poems.
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... young in sin , Blush at the curious stranger peeping in ; Where strumpets , relics of the drunken roar , Resolve to drink , nay , half to whore , no more ; Where tiny thieves not destin❜d yet to swing , Beat hemp for others , riper for ...
... young in sin , Blush at the curious stranger peeping in ; Where strumpets , relics of the drunken roar , Resolve to drink , nay , half to whore , no more ; Where tiny thieves not destin❜d yet to swing , Beat hemp for others , riper for ...
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... young dogs , swinge them to the labour ! Let wark an ' hunger mak ' them sober ! The hizzies , if they're aughtlins fawsont , Let them in Drury - lane be lesson'd ! An ' if the wives an ' dirty brats E'en thigger at your doors an ...
... young dogs , swinge them to the labour ! Let wark an ' hunger mak ' them sober ! The hizzies , if they're aughtlins fawsont , Let them in Drury - lane be lesson'd ! An ' if the wives an ' dirty brats E'en thigger at your doors an ...
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... young , the innocent , who fondly lov'd us , Nay , more , that very love their cause of ruin ! O burning hell ! in all thy store of torments , There's not a keener lash ! Lives there a man so firm , who , while his heart Feels all the ...
... young , the innocent , who fondly lov'd us , Nay , more , that very love their cause of ruin ! O burning hell ! in all thy store of torments , There's not a keener lash ! Lives there a man so firm , who , while his heart Feels all the ...
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... young flow'rs , From mildews of abortion ; And lo ! the Bard , a great reward , Has got a double portion ! Auld , cantie Coil may count the day , As annual it returns , The third of Libra's equal sway , That gave another Burns , With ...
... young flow'rs , From mildews of abortion ; And lo ! the Bard , a great reward , Has got a double portion ! Auld , cantie Coil may count the day , As annual it returns , The third of Libra's equal sway , That gave another Burns , With ...
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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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