Poems, Songs, and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert BurnsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 636 страница |
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... fate in being obliged to make one guinea do the work of five . As the expense of his family was now rapidly increasing , he requested to be allowed to enter at once on his duties as officer of Excise . That in his new mode of life he ...
... fate in being obliged to make one guinea do the work of five . As the expense of his family was now rapidly increasing , he requested to be allowed to enter at once on his duties as officer of Excise . That in his new mode of life he ...
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... Fate I'll kiss thee yet . I dream'd I lay where Flowers were On Cessnock Banks springing . Prayer for Mary Bonie Ann . Young Peggy My bonie Mary There'll never be Peace till Jamie comes My Heart's in the Highlands . There's a Youth in ...
... Fate I'll kiss thee yet . I dream'd I lay where Flowers were On Cessnock Banks springing . Prayer for Mary Bonie Ann . Young Peggy My bonie Mary There'll never be Peace till Jamie comes My Heart's in the Highlands . There's a Youth in ...
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... Fate , To witness what I after shall narrate ; Or whether , rapt in meditation high , He wander'd out he knew not where nor why :) The drowsy Dungeon clock had number'd two , And Wallace Tow'r had sworn the fact was true : The tide ...
... Fate , To witness what I after shall narrate ; Or whether , rapt in meditation high , He wander'd out he knew not where nor why :) The drowsy Dungeon clock had number'd two , And Wallace Tow'r had sworn the fact was true : The tide ...
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... fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last , sad cape - stane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear , Or mak our Bardie , dowie , wear The mourning weed : Ile's ...
... fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last , sad cape - stane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear , Or mak our Bardie , dowie , wear The mourning weed : Ile's ...
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... fate in guid , black prent ; But still the mair I'm that way bent , Something cries , ' Hoolie ! I red you , honest man , tak tent ! Ye'll shaw your folly . ' There's ither poets , much your betters , Far seen in Greek , deep men o ...
... fate in guid , black prent ; But still the mair I'm that way bent , Something cries , ' Hoolie ! I red you , honest man , tak tent ! Ye'll shaw your folly . ' There's ither poets , much your betters , Far seen in Greek , deep men o ...
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acquaintance Allan Cunningham amang auld Ayrshire bard blest bonie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms Clarinda dare DEAR SIR dearest dearie Deil Dumfries DUNLOP e'en e'er Edinburgh ELLISLAND fair fancy Farewell farm favourite Fête Champêtre frae friendship Gavin Hamilton give grace gude hame happy heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour hope ilka Jenny Geddes Kilmarnock kind lady lassie letter lo'es Lord Madam mair Mauchline maun mind Miss monie morning Mossgiel Muse ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poetic poor pride rhyme ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scottish sing song soul stanzas sweet SYLVANDER Tarbolton tell thee There's thou thought thro TUNE verses weary weel Whigs wife wild William Burnes Willie wish worth wretch write ye'll young
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