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A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected , Churches built to please the priest . II . What is title ? what is treasure ? What is reputation's care ? If we lead a life of pleasure ...
A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected , Churches built to please the priest . II . What is title ? what is treasure ? What is reputation's care ? If we lead a life of pleasure ...
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Here's our ragged brats and callets ! One and all cry out , Amen ! A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected , Churches built to please the priest . HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER .
Here's our ragged brats and callets ! One and all cry out , Amen ! A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected , Churches built to please the priest . HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER .
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| Наслов | Poems, Том 2 Poems, Josiah Walker |
| Аутор | Robert Burns |
| Издавач | trustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
| Оригинал из | Јавна библиотека града Њујорка |
| Дигитализовано | 28 феб 2006 |
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