The poetical works of Robert Burns, Издање 351Bell, 1870 |
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... arms breathe out the tender tale , 3 Beneath the milk - white thorn that scents the evening gale . " Is there , in human form , that bears a heart- A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can , with studied , sly ...
... arms breathe out the tender tale , 3 Beneath the milk - white thorn that scents the evening gale . " Is there , in human form , that bears a heart- A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can , with studied , sly ...
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... arm - in - arm in clusters , As great and gracious a ' as sisters ; But hear their absent thoughts o ' ither , They're a ' run deils an ' jads thegither . Whyles o'er the wee bit cup an ' platie , They sip the scandal potion pretty ; Or ...
... arm - in - arm in clusters , As great and gracious a ' as sisters ; But hear their absent thoughts o ' ither , They're a ' run deils an ' jads thegither . Whyles o'er the wee bit cup an ' platie , They sip the scandal potion pretty ; Or ...
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... arm , an ' tell your crack 7 Before them a ' . Paint Scotland greeting owre her thrissle ; Her mutchkin - stoup as toom's a whissle ; 10 An ' d - mned Excisemen in a bussle , Seizin ' a stell , " Triumphant crushin't like a mussel Or ...
... arm , an ' tell your crack 7 Before them a ' . Paint Scotland greeting owre her thrissle ; Her mutchkin - stoup as toom's a whissle ; 10 An ' d - mned Excisemen in a bussle , Seizin ' a stell , " Triumphant crushin't like a mussel Or ...
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... , dishonour arms 1 Confusedly mixed . 4 The Scotch M. P.'s . 7 Rags of clothes . In hungry droves . 2 Fearless . * Cudgel . 5 Sulky . 8 Jackdaws . 6 Spoonfuls of mutton broth . DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE . Their gun's a burden.
... , dishonour arms 1 Confusedly mixed . 4 The Scotch M. P.'s . 7 Rags of clothes . In hungry droves . 2 Fearless . * Cudgel . 5 Sulky . 8 Jackdaws . 6 Spoonfuls of mutton broth . DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE . Their gun's a burden.
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... arms ; I tremble to approach an angry God , And justly smart beneath his sin - avenging rod . Fain would I say , " Forgive my foul offence ! " Fain promise never more to disobey ; But , should my Author health again dispense , Again I ...
... arms ; I tremble to approach an angry God , And justly smart beneath his sin - avenging rod . Fain would I say , " Forgive my foul offence ! " Fain promise never more to disobey ; But , should my Author health again dispense , Again I ...
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Чести термини и фразе
aboon amang auld baith banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns canna cauld charms CHORUS de'il dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er EPISTLE fair Farewell fate flowers frae GAVIN HAMILTON gi'e grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka ither Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock laddie laird lassie lo'e Lord Mauchline maun mony morn mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scots Scottish sigh sing skelpin sodger song soul sparklin sweet ta'en Tarbolton tear tell thee There's thou tune unco verses wander weary weel Whare Whigs whistle whyles wild Willie wind Ye'll young
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