The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 2Macmillan, 1865 - 445 страница |
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... fell , And on my dry and halesome banks Nae canker - worms get leave to dwell : Man ! cruel man ! ' the genius sighed— As through the cliffs he sank him down- ' The worm that gnawed my bonie trees , That reptile wears a ducal crown ...
... fell , And on my dry and halesome banks Nae canker - worms get leave to dwell : Man ! cruel man ! ' the genius sighed— As through the cliffs he sank him down- ' The worm that gnawed my bonie trees , That reptile wears a ducal crown ...
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... fell snare ? The man and his wine's sae bewitching ! THE BOOK - WORMS . THROUGH and through the inspired leaves , Ye maggots , make your windings ; But , oh ! respect his lordship's taste , And spare his golden bindings . ON ROBERT ...
... fell snare ? The man and his wine's sae bewitching ! THE BOOK - WORMS . THROUGH and through the inspired leaves , Ye maggots , make your windings ; But , oh ! respect his lordship's taste , And spare his golden bindings . ON ROBERT ...
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... fell to work , Threw by his coat and bonnet , And did Sol's business in a crack ; Sol paid him with a sonnet . Ye Vulcan's sons of Wanlockhead , Pity my sad disaster ; My Pegasus is poorly shod- I'll pay you like my master . LINES ...
... fell to work , Threw by his coat and bonnet , And did Sol's business in a crack ; Sol paid him with a sonnet . Ye Vulcan's sons of Wanlockhead , Pity my sad disaster ; My Pegasus is poorly shod- I'll pay you like my master . LINES ...
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... fell in a trap On the braes o ' Gemappe , E'en let him come out as he dowe . O THOU , in whom we live and move , Who mad'st the sea and shore ; Thy goodness constantly we prove , And grateful would adore . And if it please thee , pow'r ...
... fell in a trap On the braes o ' Gemappe , E'en let him come out as he dowe . O THOU , in whom we live and move , Who mad'st the sea and shore ; Thy goodness constantly we prove , And grateful would adore . And if it please thee , pow'r ...
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... Fell foul o ' me . A furnicator - loun he call'd me , An ' said my fau't frae bliss expell'd me : I own'd the tale was true he tell'd me , ' But what the matter ? ' Quo ' I , ' I fear unless ye geld me , I'll ne'er be better . ' 6 Geld ...
... Fell foul o ' me . A furnicator - loun he call'd me , An ' said my fau't frae bliss expell'd me : I own'd the tale was true he tell'd me , ' But what the matter ? ' Quo ' I , ' I fear unless ye geld me , I'll ne'er be better . ' 6 Geld ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flowers frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar rue grows bonie sang sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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