The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, Томови 1-3Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 |
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... dear Tittie Elegy on Peg Nicholson . To a Gentleman who had sent the Poet a Newspaper Second Epistle to Mr. Graham of Fintry . Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson #j 247 с 253 • PAGE Tam o ' Shanter Stanzas on a Posthumous CONTENTS . X1.
... dear Tittie Elegy on Peg Nicholson . To a Gentleman who had sent the Poet a Newspaper Second Epistle to Mr. Graham of Fintry . Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson #j 247 с 253 • PAGE Tam o ' Shanter Stanzas on a Posthumous CONTENTS . X1.
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... dear ) SONG - Oh , wert thou in the Cauld Blast 201 e 204 e 205 207 j 208 e 190 · 191 k 192 e 194 e 197 hm 199 An Excellent New Song ( Troggin ) Epigrams on Jessy Lewars SONG Fairest Maid on Devon Banks - SONG - Caledonia . SONGO wha is ...
... dear ) SONG - Oh , wert thou in the Cauld Blast 201 e 204 e 205 207 j 208 e 190 · 191 k 192 e 194 e 197 hm 199 An Excellent New Song ( Troggin ) Epigrams on Jessy Lewars SONG Fairest Maid on Devon Banks - SONG - Caledonia . SONGO wha is ...
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... rest , And pass the heartless day . The sweeping blast , the sky o'ercast , ' 1 The joyless winter day , 1 Dr. Young . VOL . I. 2 Let others fear , - - to me more dear T. 17 . 23. ] WINTER , A DIRGE . Winter; a Dirge.
... rest , And pass the heartless day . The sweeping blast , the sky o'ercast , ' 1 The joyless winter day , 1 Dr. Young . VOL . I. 2 Let others fear , - - to me more dear T. 17 . 23. ] WINTER , A DIRGE . Winter; a Dirge.
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... dear , In Mailie dead . Through a ' the toun she trotted by him ; A lang half - mile she could descry him ; Wi ' kindly bleat , when she did spy him , She ran wi ' speed : sorrowful A friend mair faithfu ' ne'er cam nigh him Than Mailie ...
... dear , In Mailie dead . Through a ' the toun she trotted by him ; A lang half - mile she could descry him ; Wi ' kindly bleat , when she did spy him , She ran wi ' speed : sorrowful A friend mair faithfu ' ne'er cam nigh him Than Mailie ...
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... dear ; I hae been merry drinkin ' ; I hae been joyfu ' gath'rin ' gear ; I hae been happy thinkin ' : But a ' the pleasures e'er I saw , Though three times doubled fairly That happy night was worth them a ' Amang the rigs o ' barley ...
... dear ; I hae been merry drinkin ' ; I hae been joyfu ' gath'rin ' gear ; I hae been happy thinkin ' : But a ' the pleasures e'er I saw , Though three times doubled fairly That happy night was worth them a ' Amang the rigs o ' barley ...
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Amang ance auld baith bard blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bonny braes braw Burns Burns's canna Cessnock charms dear death deil e'en e'er Epistle fair fate fear Fête Champêtre fortune frae Gavin Hamilton grace guid hame heart Heaven Highland honest honour ither John John Barleycorn Kilmarnock Laird lass Lord Mailie Mauchline maun mind monie Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre Peggy pleasure plough poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic sang Scotch Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul stanza sweet Syne tell tempests storming thee thegither There's thou Torbolton TUNE twa glancing sparkling unco verses wander weary weel Whigs whistle Whyles ye hae Ye'll ye're young
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