The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, Томови 1-3Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 |
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... Thing . To Mr. Maxwell of Terraughty on his Birthday Song of Death · Fourth Epistle to Mr. Graham of Fintry SONG Sweet Sensibility , how Charming SONG - Ae Fond Kiss , and then we Sever SONG Behold the Hour , the Boat , arrive - SONG ...
... Thing . To Mr. Maxwell of Terraughty on his Birthday Song of Death · Fourth Epistle to Mr. Graham of Fintry SONG Sweet Sensibility , how Charming SONG - Ae Fond Kiss , and then we Sever SONG Behold the Hour , the Boat , arrive - SONG ...
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... Thing SONG - Highland Mary · The Rights of Woman , an Occasional Address , spoken by Miss Fontenelle Extempore , on some Commemorations of Thomson · To Miss Fontenelle , on seeing her in a Favourite Char- acter SONG - The Lea - Rig SONG ...
... Thing SONG - Highland Mary · The Rights of Woman , an Occasional Address , spoken by Miss Fontenelle Extempore , on some Commemorations of Thomson · To Miss Fontenelle , on seeing her in a Favourite Char- acter SONG - The Lea - Rig SONG ...
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... thing belong- ing to Scotland , purely because it was Scottish , gladly joined the cry ; while those who had hearts and understandings to be charmed without know- ing why , when they saw their native customs , manners , and language ...
... thing belong- ing to Scotland , purely because it was Scottish , gladly joined the cry ; while those who had hearts and understandings to be charmed without know- ing why , when they saw their native customs , manners , and language ...
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... what I winna name , To stay content wi ' yowes at hame ; And no to rin and wear his cloots , Like ither menseless , graceless brutes . manners hoofs senseless And neist my yowie , silly thing , Gude keep E1 . 24. ] 25 POOR MAILIE .
... what I winna name , To stay content wi ' yowes at hame ; And no to rin and wear his cloots , Like ither menseless , graceless brutes . manners hoofs senseless And neist my yowie , silly thing , Gude keep E1 . 24. ] 25 POOR MAILIE .
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With a Memoir Robert Burns. And neist my yowie , silly thing , Gude keep thee frae a tether string ; Oh , may thou ne'er forgather up Wi ' ony blastit , moorland toop , encounter But aye keep mind to moop and mell mump - associate Wi ...
With a Memoir Robert Burns. And neist my yowie , silly thing , Gude keep thee frae a tether string ; Oh , may thou ne'er forgather up Wi ' ony blastit , moorland toop , encounter But aye keep mind to moop and mell mump - associate Wi ...
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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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