The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, Томови 1-3

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1880

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103
20
Poor Mailies Elegy O
26
Song Mary Morrison
32
Inscription on the Tombstone of William Burness
38
Epistle to John Rankine
44
Song Though Cruel Fate should bid us part
51
Song Open the Door to me
53
Song Oh raging Fortunes withering Blast h
57
SONG Yestreen I got a Pint of Wine
59
Death and Dr Hornbook 6
65
SONG Phillis the Fair
71
Epistle to J Lapraik
74
SONG Adown winding Nith I did Wander
77
Second Epistle to J Lapraik
80
Epistle to John Goudie of Kilmarnock
85
Epistle to William Simpson
95
Holy Willies Prayer
103
Third Epistle to John Lapraik
109
Verses to a Mouse
116
Second Epistle to Davie
133
The Cotters Saturday Night
141
Address to the Deil
152
On John Dove
158
Epistle to James Smith
176
The Vision
183
A Winter Night
197
Song Young Peggy blooms
203
Earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch Representatives a
212
The Auld Farmers Newyear Morning Salutation
222
To a Louse
237
Address to the Unco Guid or the Rigidly Righteous b
246
Verses to Mr John Kennedy
255
Despondency an
263
Epistle to a Young Friend a
271
Song The Highland Lassie at
277
Song Though Cruel Fate
283
APPENDIX Additional Stanzas of THE Visiox
294
VOL II
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On a Scotch Bard gone to the West Indies a 13
13
Farewell to the Brethren of St Jamess Lodge Tor
22
To Mr John Kennedy 28
28
Willie Chalmers t 34
34
h 19
43
The Brigs of Ayr b 49
49
Lines on Meeting with Basil Lord Daer e 61
61
Expostulation on a Rebuke administered by Mrs Lawrie 68
68
Song Bonny Doon h 74
74
SONG Come let me take thee to my Breast
78
Rattlin Roarin Willie 81
81
To a Haggis b 88
88
Epigram on Incivility at Inverary 97
97
Verses in the Inn at Kenmore с 103
103
Verses at Fall of Fyers C 110
110
Song The Lazy Mist
158
A Sketch Satirical Verses on Creech
168
18
178
Contributions to the Fourth Volume of Johnsons
194
Museum
230
Second Epistle to Mr Graham of Fintry 247
247
Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson C 253
253
Stanzas on a Posthumous Child e 271
271
Lament for James Earl of Glencairn C 277
277
Address to the Shade of Thomson C 286
286
Song of Death e 292
292
Song Behold the Hour the Boat arrive 299
299
SONG Bonny Lesley
306
Meikle thinks my Love
5
O for aneandtwenty
12
Willie Wastle
22
Song Highland Mary
28
To Miss Fontenelle on seeing her in a Favourite Char
34
Song Heres a Health to them thats awa
40
Sonnet written on the 25th January 1793
46
Song Dainty Davie
79
Song Thou hast left me ever
85
Apology to Mr Riddel for a Rudeness offered his Wife 91
91
Contributions to the Fifth Volume of Johnsons Museum
98
Out over the Forth
104
Contributions to the Sixth Volume of Johnsons Museum
113
Fragment of an Ode for Washingtons Birthday e 119
119
Soxo On the Seas and far away e 127
127
Song How long and dreary is the Night e 133
133
To Chloris 139
139
Song Farewell thou Stream that winding flows 145
146
Soxo Contented wi Little e 119
152
Third John Bushbys Lamentation
166
Toast for the 12th of April
172
Song Twas na her bonny blue ee was my ruin
178
SONG Why why tell thy Lover?
185
The Duke of Queensberry
191
To Collector Mitchell
197
Song Hey for a Lass wi a Tocher
204
Epigrams on Jessy Lewars
212
Song wha is she that loes
220
Old Songs Improved by Burns
258
am my Mammys ae Bairn
259
Simmers a Pleasant Time
265
Young Jockey
271
Gane is the
277
Kenmures on and awa
284
Jocky Fou and Jenny Fain
291
The Lass that made the Bed to
297
Pieces doubtfully attributed to Burns
314
General Index of Titles 391
321
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331

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