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... kind which prove a source of delight at once to the highest and the lowest in the social scale - to the cultured and uncultured . The rarity of appearance of such poems , whether as drama , or song , or ballad - and the best of epics is ...
... kind which prove a source of delight at once to the highest and the lowest in the social scale - to the cultured and uncultured . The rarity of appearance of such poems , whether as drama , or song , or ballad - and the best of epics is ...
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... kind , Studied in arts of hell , in wickedness refined ! O Scotia ! my dear , my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent , Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health , and peace , and sweet content ...
... kind , Studied in arts of hell , in wickedness refined ! O Scotia ! my dear , my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent , Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health , and peace , and sweet content ...
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... kind in time o ' need , The poor man's wine , His wee drap parritch , or his bread , Thou kitchens fine . Thou art the life o ' public haunts ; But thee , what were our fairs and rants ? Even godly meetings o ' the saunts , By thee ...
... kind in time o ' need , The poor man's wine , His wee drap parritch , or his bread , Thou kitchens fine . Thou art the life o ' public haunts ; But thee , what were our fairs and rants ? Even godly meetings o ' the saunts , By thee ...
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... kind coin . Is there , that bears the name o ' Scot , But feels his heart's - blood rising hot , To see his poor auld mither's pot Thus dung in staves , And plunder'd o ' her hindmost groat By gallows knaves ? Alas ! I'm but a nameless ...
... kind coin . Is there , that bears the name o ' Scot , But feels his heart's - blood rising hot , To see his poor auld mither's pot Thus dung in staves , And plunder'd o ' her hindmost groat By gallows knaves ? Alas ! I'm but a nameless ...
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... kind that day . Wi ' bonnet aff , quoth I , " Sweet lass , I think ye seem to ken me ; I'm sure I've seen that bonny face , But yet I canna name ye . Quo ' she , and laughin ' as she spak , And taks me by the hands , " Ye , for my sake ...
... kind that day . Wi ' bonnet aff , quoth I , " Sweet lass , I think ye seem to ken me ; I'm sure I've seen that bonny face , But yet I canna name ye . Quo ' she , and laughin ' as she spak , And taks me by the hands , " Ye , for my sake ...
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aboon aith amang ance auld baith bard beneath blast blest bonny bonny lasses braw BRIG brunstane Burns canna cauld chiel CLARINDA cottar Cutty-sark dear deil dinna e'en e'er fair faith fate fear frae gien gies grace guid hame haud heart Heaven himsel honest honour ither John Highlandman kenn'd Kilmarnock laird lasses leuk Lord Mailie Mauchline maun mony mourn muckle Muse mutchkin Nae mair naething Nature's ne'er needna neibor never night noble o'er out-owre owre owre the sea poet poor pride rhyme roar round Samson's dead sang sark Scotia's Scotland Shanter sing skelpin soul sugh sweet ta'en TARBOLTON tear tell thee thegither There's thou unco wander weary weel Whare whistle Whyles winna wrang wretch ye hae Ye'll ye're
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