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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... poet - of one of those great minds who exercise an influence on the manners and senti- ments of a people ; and even ... poets should arise to divide the na- tional homage , still every succeeding age will continue to admire the truth and ...
... poet - of one of those great minds who exercise an influence on the manners and senti- ments of a people ; and even ... poets should arise to divide the na- tional homage , still every succeeding age will continue to admire the truth and ...
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... Poet's Welcome to his Illegitimate Child To a Haggis Address to the Tooth - ache · • 5 · 12 20 27 34 44 • 48 53 · 55 64 · 68 • ib . • · · • ឌ ន ខ គ ទី ឌ ន ន ខ ៥៩៨៨ 73 75 77 78 79 80 82 To a Posthumous Child , born in ...
... Poet's Welcome to his Illegitimate Child To a Haggis Address to the Tooth - ache · • 5 · 12 20 27 34 44 • 48 53 · 55 64 · 68 • ib . • · · • ឌ ន ខ គ ទី ឌ ន ន ខ ៥៩៨៨ 73 75 77 78 79 80 82 To a Posthumous Child , born in ...
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... Poet The Henpecked Husband Lines on an Interview with Lord Daer · • ib . 123 • 124 · ib . . 125 . 126 A Prayer , left in a room of a Reverend Friend's house , where the Author slept A Prayer , under the pressure of violent anguish 127 A ...
... Poet The Henpecked Husband Lines on an Interview with Lord Daer · • ib . 123 • 124 · ib . . 125 . 126 A Prayer , left in a room of a Reverend Friend's house , where the Author slept A Prayer , under the pressure of violent anguish 127 A ...
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... Poet To the same To Mr. William Tytler To William Simpson , Ochiltree Postscript EPISTLES . To the same To John Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard . 150 . 155 To the same . 160 . 164 . 166 . 170 172 • 173 . 176 . 179 . 180 . 182 . 183 . 185 ...
... Poet To the same To Mr. William Tytler To William Simpson , Ochiltree Postscript EPISTLES . To the same To John Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard . 150 . 155 To the same . 160 . 164 . 166 . 170 172 • 173 . 176 . 179 . 180 . 182 . 183 . 185 ...
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... Poet's soul Fair fa ' your honest , sonsie face False flatterer , Hope , away ! Farewell , old Scotia's bleak domains Fill me with the rosy wine Fintray , my stay in worldly strife For lords or kings I dinna mourn Friend of the Poet ...
... Poet's soul Fair fa ' your honest , sonsie face False flatterer , Hope , away ! Farewell , old Scotia's bleak domains Fill me with the rosy wine Fintray , my stay in worldly strife For lords or kings I dinna mourn Friend of the Poet ...
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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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