Poems, Том 2trustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
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... poor sinner was abroad in . The wind blew as ' twad blawn its last ; The rattling show'rs rose on the blast ; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd ; Loud , deep , and lang , the thunder bellow'd : That night , a child might ...
... poor sinner was abroad in . The wind blew as ' twad blawn its last ; The rattling show'rs rose on the blast ; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd ; Loud , deep , and lang , the thunder bellow'd : That night , a child might ...
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... poor wight any farther than the middle of the next running stream . - It may be proper likewise to mention to the benighted traveller , that when he falls in with bogles , whatever danger may be in his going forward , there is much more ...
... poor wight any farther than the middle of the next running stream . - It may be proper likewise to mention to the benighted traveller , that when he falls in with bogles , whatever danger may be in his going forward , there is much more ...
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... poor Maggie scarce a stump . Now , wha this tale o ' truth shall read , Ilk man and mother's son , take heed : Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd , Or cutty - sarks run in your mind , Think , ye may buy the joys o'er dear , Remember Tam ...
... poor Maggie scarce a stump . Now , wha this tale o ' truth shall read , Ilk man and mother's son , take heed : Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd , Or cutty - sarks run in your mind , Think , ye may buy the joys o'er dear , Remember Tam ...
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... , Only known to wand'ring swains , Where the mossy rivulet strays , Far from human haunts and ways ; All on nature you depend , And life's poor season peaceful spend . Or , if man's superior might Dare invade your native 24.
... , Only known to wand'ring swains , Where the mossy rivulet strays , Far from human haunts and ways ; All on nature you depend , And life's poor season peaceful spend . Or , if man's superior might Dare invade your native 24.
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... poor god - ship as deep as the sea , No tide of the Baltic e'er drunker than he . Thus Robert , victorious , the trophy has gain'd , Which now in his house has for ages remain'd ; Till three noble chieftains , and all of his blood , The ...
... poor god - ship as deep as the sea , No tide of the Baltic e'er drunker than he . Thus Robert , victorious , the trophy has gain'd , Which now in his house has for ages remain'd ; Till three noble chieftains , and all of his blood , The ...
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admiration ain dear Amang ance auld Ayrshire bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest Blythe Bonny lassie bosom braes braw John Highlandman brunstane character charms CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie e'en e'er elekit fair Flow gently flowers frae Francis lay gallant gear genius Glen grace gude ha'e hame happy heart heaven herds Highland humour ilka John Anderson Kilmarnock Lal de daudle Lal de lal lass lave o't love thee luve mair Mauchline maun meikle merry ploughboy mind mony muse ne'er never night o'er owre the lave play'd pleasure poem poet poor racters RECITATIVO roar ROB MORRIS ROBERT BURNS Shanter Sing skelpin sodger laddie SONG soul Strathspey sweet Afton taste thegither There's thou thro Tibbie tion wander weel whistle owre wild Willie wind ye'll yon town
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