The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 2Macmillan, 1865 - 445 страница |
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... rose its ingle reek , That slowly curled up the hill . But now the cot is bare and cauld , Its branchy shelter's lost and gane , And scarce a stinted birk is left To shiver in the blast its lane . ' ' Alas ! ' said I , ' what ruefu ...
... rose its ingle reek , That slowly curled up the hill . But now the cot is bare and cauld , Its branchy shelter's lost and gane , And scarce a stinted birk is left To shiver in the blast its lane . ' ' Alas ! ' said I , ' what ruefu ...
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... rose , a budding rose , Blasted before its bloom ; Whose innocence did sweets disclose Beyond that flower's perfume . To those who for her loss are grieved , This consolation's given— She's from a world of woe relieved , And blooms a rose ...
... rose , a budding rose , Blasted before its bloom ; Whose innocence did sweets disclose Beyond that flower's perfume . To those who for her loss are grieved , This consolation's given— She's from a world of woe relieved , And blooms a rose ...
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... rose on Scotland's plain ! Thro ' weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil ; And nightly to my bosom strain The bonie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the slipp'ry steep , Where fame and honours ...
... rose on Scotland's plain ! Thro ' weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil ; And nightly to my bosom strain The bonie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the slipp'ry steep , Where fame and honours ...
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... rose in the gay , dewy morning , And sweet is the lily at evening close ; But in the fair presence o ' lovely young Jessie , Unseen is the lily , unheeded the rose . Love sits in her smile , a wizard ensnaring ; Enthron'd in her een he ...
... rose in the gay , dewy morning , And sweet is the lily at evening close ; But in the fair presence o ' lovely young Jessie , Unseen is the lily , unheeded the rose . Love sits in her smile , a wizard ensnaring ; Enthron'd in her een he ...
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... rose , how sweet and fair ! But love is far a sweeter flower Amid life's thorny path o ' care . The pathless wild , and wimpling burn , Wi ' Chloris in my arms , be mine ; And I , the world , nor wish , nor scorn , Its joys and griefs ...
... rose , how sweet and fair ! But love is far a sweeter flower Amid life's thorny path o ' care . The pathless wild , and wimpling burn , Wi ' Chloris in my arms , be mine ; And I , the world , nor wish , nor scorn , Its joys and griefs ...
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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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