The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 3W. Pickering, 1839 - 319 страница |
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... friend of mine , over- threw all my schemes , by opening new prospects to my po- etic ambition . " Professor Walker adds these further par- VOL . III . B The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn By early Winter's ravage POEMS, ...
... friend of mine , over- threw all my schemes , by opening new prospects to my po- etic ambition . " Professor Walker adds these further par- VOL . III . B The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn By early Winter's ravage POEMS, ...
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... early Winter's ravage torn ; Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly : Chill runs my blood to hear it rave , I think upon the stormy wave , Where many a danger I must dare , Far from the bonie banks of Ayr ...
... early Winter's ravage torn ; Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly : Chill runs my blood to hear it rave , I think upon the stormy wave , Where many a danger I must dare , Far from the bonie banks of Ayr ...
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... early ! Now green's the sod , and cauld's the clay , That wraps my Highland Mary ! O pale , pale now , those rosy lips , I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance , That dwelt on me sae kindly ! And mould ...
... early ! Now green's the sod , and cauld's the clay , That wraps my Highland Mary ! O pale , pale now , those rosy lips , I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance , That dwelt on me sae kindly ! And mould ...
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... early fare , Then through the dews I will repair , " To meet my faithfu ' Davie . Meet me , When day , expiring in the west , The curtain draws o ' Nature's rest , I flee to his arms I lo'e best , " And that's my ain dear Davie . & c ...
... early fare , Then through the dews I will repair , " To meet my faithfu ' Davie . Meet me , When day , expiring in the west , The curtain draws o ' Nature's rest , I flee to his arms I lo'e best , " And that's my ain dear Davie . & c ...
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... early sky , Winnowing blithe her dewy wings In morning's rosy eye ; As little reckt I sorrow's power , Until the flowery snare O ' witching love , in luckless hour , Made me the thrall o ' care . O had my fate been Greenland snows Or ...
... early sky , Winnowing blithe her dewy wings In morning's rosy eye ; As little reckt I sorrow's power , Until the flowery snare O ' witching love , in luckless hour , Made me the thrall o ' care . O had my fate been Greenland snows Or ...
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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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