The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 3W. Pickering, 1839 - 319 страница |
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... charms my bosom fire , And waste my soul with care ; But , ah ! how bootless to admire , When fated to despair ! Yet in thy presence , lovely fair , To hope may be forgiven ; For sure , ' twere impious to despair So much in sight of ...
... charms my bosom fire , And waste my soul with care ; But , ah ! how bootless to admire , When fated to despair ! Yet in thy presence , lovely fair , To hope may be forgiven ; For sure , ' twere impious to despair So much in sight of ...
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... I find it impossible to make another stanza to suit it . I am at present quite occupied with the charm- ing sensations of the tooth - ache , so have not a word to spare . " From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain , To OF BURNS . 21.
... I find it impossible to make another stanza to suit it . I am at present quite occupied with the charm- ing sensations of the tooth - ache , so have not a word to spare . " From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain , To OF BURNS . 21.
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... charms , I clasp my countless treasure , O ; I seek nae mair o ' Heaven to share , Than sic a moment's pleasure , O ! I'll kiss thee , & c . And by thy een sae bonnie blue , I swear I'm thine for ever , O ; — And on thy lips I seal my ...
... charms , I clasp my countless treasure , O ; I seek nae mair o ' Heaven to share , Than sic a moment's pleasure , O ! I'll kiss thee , & c . And by thy een sae bonnie blue , I swear I'm thine for ever , O ; — And on thy lips I seal my ...
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... charm the sight ; An ' she has twa sparkling rogueish een.15 Her teeth are like a flock of sheep , With fleeces newly washen clean , That slowly mount the rising steep ; An ' she's twa glancin ' sparklin ' een . Her breath is like the ...
... charm the sight ; An ' she has twa sparkling rogueish een.15 Her teeth are like a flock of sheep , With fleeces newly washen clean , That slowly mount the rising steep ; An ' she's twa glancin ' sparklin ' een . Her breath is like the ...
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... charm th ' admiring gazer's sight , And sweetly tempt to taste them : Her smile is as the ev'ning mild , When feather'd pairs are courting , And little lambkins wanton wild , In playful bands disporting . Were Fortune lovely Peggy's foe ...
... charm th ' admiring gazer's sight , And sweetly tempt to taste them : Her smile is as the ev'ning mild , When feather'd pairs are courting , And little lambkins wanton wild , In playful bands disporting . Were Fortune lovely Peggy's foe ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Allan Cunningham says amang auld lang syne ballad Balmaghie blate body kiss Bonie bonnie lass bonnie Mary braes Burns says Buy braw troggin Charlie charms CHORUS Claut Collection in 1801 copy Cromek's Reliques dear dearie Deil dimin e'en e'er EPITAPH fair Farewell flower frae Galla Water Glasgow Glasgow Collection glen grows bonnie wi gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie ilka Jamie Kenmure's Kilmarnock kiss laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mally's Mauchline maun monie Musical Museum nane ne'er Netherplace never night o'er Och-on owre Peggy printed in Cromek's rhyme Robin rue grows bonnie sing song occurs sparklin sweet tear tell thee Thomson thro thyme TUNE twa sparkling rogueish unco verses weary weel Whigs wife Willie win my love winna wither'd ye'll ye're young
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