The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Explanatory and Glossarial Notes; and a Life of the AuthorG. S. Appleton, 1847 - 635 страница |
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... Nature itself . In reprinting the poetical works of one so dis- tinguished in our national literature , the Publishers considered it their duty to collate the various editions of his works , and to collect together the various poems ...
... Nature itself . In reprinting the poetical works of one so dis- tinguished in our national literature , the Publishers considered it their duty to collate the various editions of his works , and to collect together the various poems ...
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... Nature in her wildest grace Ae day , as Death , that grusome carl . Again the silent wheels of time A guid new year , I wish thee , Maggie ! A little , upright , pert , tart , tripping wight All devil as I am , a damned wretch 563 ...
... Nature in her wildest grace Ae day , as Death , that grusome carl . Again the silent wheels of time A guid new year , I wish thee , Maggie ! A little , upright , pert , tart , tripping wight All devil as I am , a damned wretch 563 ...
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... Nature's birth Cease , ye prudes , your envious railing Collected Harry stood awee Curse on ungrateful man , that can be pleas'd Curs'd be the man , the poorest wretch in life Dear Smith , the sleest , pawkie thief Dweller in yon ...
... Nature's birth Cease , ye prudes , your envious railing Collected Harry stood awee Curse on ungrateful man , that can be pleas'd Curs'd be the man , the poorest wretch in life Dear Smith , the sleest , pawkie thief Dweller in yon ...
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... Nature hangs her mantle green Now Robin lies in his last lair O a ' ye pious godly flocks • Page 273 ⚫ 78 • 185 · 93 27 278 . 252 . 280 • 117 276 . 148 O , could I give thee India's wealth O Death ! hadst thou but spar'd his life O ...
... Nature hangs her mantle green Now Robin lies in his last lair O a ' ye pious godly flocks • Page 273 ⚫ 78 • 185 · 93 27 278 . 252 . 280 • 117 276 . 148 O , could I give thee India's wealth O Death ! hadst thou but spar'd his life O ...
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... Nature cried to Death Sweet flow'ret , pledge o ' meikle love Sweet naïveté of feature • . 575 • • • 79 · 556 Talk not to me of savages Tam Samson's weel - worn clay here lies That there is falsehood in his looks . 271 .263 . 277 The ...
... Nature cried to Death Sweet flow'ret , pledge o ' meikle love Sweet naïveté of feature • . 575 • • • 79 · 556 Talk not to me of savages Tam Samson's weel - worn clay here lies That there is falsehood in his looks . 271 .263 . 277 The ...
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amang auld baith Bard beauty blast blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braw breast brunstane Burns charms dear Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fate fear flower frae gien grace guid hame hand heart Heaven Highland honest honour humble ither Kilmarnock kind labour lass lassie Lord Mauchline maun mind monie mourn muckle Muse nae mair Nature's ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure plough poems poet Poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic scenes Scotland Scottish Shanter sing song soul sweet taen Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton tears tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco verses weary weel Whare Whyles wild William Burnes wind wretch Ye'll young
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