The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 2Macmillan, 1865 - 445 страница |
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... pleasure To call at Park . ROBERT BURNS . Mossgiel , 30th October , 1786 . EPITAPH ON THE POET'S DAUGHTER . HERE lies a rose , a budding rose , Blasted before its bloom ; Whose innocence did sweets disclose Beyond that flower's perfume ...
... pleasure To call at Park . ROBERT BURNS . Mossgiel , 30th October , 1786 . EPITAPH ON THE POET'S DAUGHTER . HERE lies a rose , a budding rose , Blasted before its bloom ; Whose innocence did sweets disclose Beyond that flower's perfume ...
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... and brown unsightly plains , To you I sing my grief - inspired strains : Ye tempests , rage ! ye turbid torrents , roll ! Ye suit the joyless tenor of my soul . Life's social haunts and pleasures I resign , Be nameless of Burns . 25 1315.
... and brown unsightly plains , To you I sing my grief - inspired strains : Ye tempests , rage ! ye turbid torrents , roll ! Ye suit the joyless tenor of my soul . Life's social haunts and pleasures I resign , Be nameless of Burns . 25 1315.
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Robert Burns, Alexander Smith. Life's social haunts and pleasures I resign , Be nameless wilds and lonely wanderings mine , To mourn the woes my country must endure , That wound degenerate ages cannot cure . TO JOHN M'MURDO , ESQ . O ...
Robert Burns, Alexander Smith. Life's social haunts and pleasures I resign , Be nameless wilds and lonely wanderings mine , To mourn the woes my country must endure , That wound degenerate ages cannot cure . TO JOHN M'MURDO , ESQ . O ...
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... to shield the honour'd land , Strong may she glow with all her ancient fire ; May every son be worthy of his sire ; Firm may she rise with generous disdain At Tyranny's , or direr Pleasure's chain ; Still self 44 The Poems.
... to shield the honour'd land , Strong may she glow with all her ancient fire ; May every son be worthy of his sire ; Firm may she rise with generous disdain At Tyranny's , or direr Pleasure's chain ; Still self 44 The Poems.
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Robert Burns, Alexander Smith. At Tyranny's , or direr Pleasure's chain ; Still self - dependent in her native shore , Bold may she brave grim Danger's loudest roar , Till Fate the curtain drop on worlds to be no more . NATURE'S LAW . A ...
Robert Burns, Alexander Smith. At Tyranny's , or direr Pleasure's chain ; Still self - dependent in her native shore , Bold may she brave grim Danger's loudest roar , Till Fate the curtain drop on worlds to be no more . NATURE'S LAW . A ...
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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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Страница 135 - John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Страница 206 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Страница 147 - Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed — never to return. Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o' its luve, And fondly sae did I o
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Страница 135 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.