The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, Томови 1-3Houghton, Mifflin, 1889 |
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... weel . A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart ; But it's innocence and modesty That polishes the dart . " Tis this in Nelly pleases me , " Tis this enchants my soul ; For absolutely in my breast She reigns without ...
... weel . A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart ; But it's innocence and modesty That polishes the dart . " Tis this in Nelly pleases me , " Tis this enchants my soul ; For absolutely in my breast She reigns without ...
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... weel , come wo , I care nae by , I'll tak what Heaven will send me , O ; Nae ither care in life have I , But live and love my Nannie , O. TIBBIE , I HAE SEEN THE DAY . TUNE- Invercauld's Reel . Other songs of the period are of a ...
... weel , come wo , I care nae by , I'll tak what Heaven will send me , O ; Nae ither care in life have I , But live and love my Nannie , O. TIBBIE , I HAE SEEN THE DAY . TUNE- Invercauld's Reel . Other songs of the period are of a ...
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... weel he can spare't , Braid money to tocher them a ' , man , To proper young men , he'll clink in the hand Gowd guineas a hunder or twa , man . There's ane they ca ' Jean , I'll warrant ye've seer As bonnie a lass or as braw , man ; But ...
... weel he can spare't , Braid money to tocher them a ' , man , To proper young men , he'll clink in the hand Gowd guineas a hunder or twa , man . There's ane they ca ' Jean , I'll warrant ye've seer As bonnie a lass or as braw , man ; But ...
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... weel tell , My poverty keeps me in awe , man ; For making o ' rhymes , and working at times , Does little or naething at a ' , man . Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse , Nor hae't in her power to say na , man ; For though I be poor ...
... weel tell , My poverty keeps me in awe , man ; For making o ' rhymes , and working at times , Does little or naething at a ' , man . Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse , Nor hae't in her power to say na , man ; For though I be poor ...
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... weel stockit in means , To leave me a hundred or twa , man ; Nae weel - tochered aunts , to wait drants , And wish them in hell for it a ' , man . on their I never was canny for hoarding o ' money , Or claughtin't together at a ' , man ...
... weel stockit in means , To leave me a hundred or twa , man ; Nae weel - tochered aunts , to wait drants , And wish them in hell for it a ' , man . on their I never was canny for hoarding o ' money , Or claughtin't together at a ' , man ...
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aith amang ance auld baith bard blithe bonnie lass bonny braes braw brunstane Burns Burns's canna cauld Cessnock charms Coilsfield dear deil dinna e'en e'er Epistle fair fate fear Ferintosh fortune frae Gavin Hamilton gies grace guid Halloween hame heart Heaven herds Highland holy honest honour ither John Barleycorn John Highlandman Kilmarnock Laird lass lassie Lord Mailie Mauchline maun mind mony Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre Peggy plough poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme ROBERT BURNS round rustic sang says Scotch Scotland Scottish sing skelpin sodger song stanza sweet ta'en tell tempests storming thee thegither There's thou Torbolton tune twa glancing sparkling unco verses wander weary weel Whare Whyles ye hae Ye'll ye're young
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