The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 2Macmillan, 1865 - 445 страница |
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... ne'er get better . Auld Orthodoxy lang did grapple , But now she's got an unco ' ripple ; Haste , gie her name up i ' the chapel , Nigh unto death ; See how she fetches at the thrapple , An ' gasps for breath . Enthusiasm's past ...
... ne'er get better . Auld Orthodoxy lang did grapple , But now she's got an unco ' ripple ; Haste , gie her name up i ' the chapel , Nigh unto death ; See how she fetches at the thrapple , An ' gasps for breath . Enthusiasm's past ...
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... ne'er yet flinch'd his ground , High - waved his magnum - bonum round With Cyclopean fury . Miller brought up th ' artillery ranks , The many - pounders of the Banks , Resistless desolation ! While Maxwelton , that baron bold , ' Mid ...
... ne'er yet flinch'd his ground , High - waved his magnum - bonum round With Cyclopean fury . Miller brought up th ' artillery ranks , The many - pounders of the Banks , Resistless desolation ! While Maxwelton , that baron bold , ' Mid ...
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... ne'er bid better . We've faults and failings - granted clearly , We're frail backsliding mortals merely , Eve's bonie squad priests wyte them sheerly For our grand fa ' ; But still , but still , I like them dearly— God bless them a ...
... ne'er bid better . We've faults and failings - granted clearly , We're frail backsliding mortals merely , Eve's bonie squad priests wyte them sheerly For our grand fa ' ; But still , but still , I like them dearly— God bless them a ...
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... ne'er crost the Muse's heckles , Nor limpit in poetic shackles ; A land that prose did never view it , Except when drunk he stacher't through it ; Here , ambush'd by the chimla cheek , Hid in an atmosphere of reek , I hear a wheel thrum ...
... ne'er crost the Muse's heckles , Nor limpit in poetic shackles ; A land that prose did never view it , Except when drunk he stacher't through it ; Here , ambush'd by the chimla cheek , Hid in an atmosphere of reek , I hear a wheel thrum ...
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... ne'er cast saut upo ' thy tail.— Wi ' a ' this care and a ' this grief , And sma ' , sma ' prospect of relief , And nought but peat reek i ' my head , How can I write what ye can read ? — Tarbolton , twenty - fourth o ' June , Ye'll ...
... ne'er cast saut upo ' thy tail.— Wi ' a ' this care and a ' this grief , And sma ' , sma ' prospect of relief , And nought but peat reek i ' my head , How can I write what ye can read ? — Tarbolton , twenty - fourth o ' June , Ye'll ...
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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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