The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 2Macmillan, 1865 - 445 страница |
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... , I'm tauld he offers very fairly . An ' Lord , remember singing Sannock , Wi ' hale - breeks , saxpence , an ' a bannock . An ' next , my auld acquaintance , Nancy , B 2 of Burns . 3 To common sense they now appeal, ...
... , I'm tauld he offers very fairly . An ' Lord , remember singing Sannock , Wi ' hale - breeks , saxpence , an ' a bannock . An ' next , my auld acquaintance , Nancy , B 2 of Burns . 3 To common sense they now appeal, ...
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... sing the zeal Drumlanrig bears Who left the all - important cares . Of princes and their darlings ; And , bent on winning borough towns , Came shaking hands wi ' wabster lowns , And kissing barefit carlins . Combustion thro ' our ...
... sing the zeal Drumlanrig bears Who left the all - important cares . Of princes and their darlings ; And , bent on winning borough towns , Came shaking hands wi ' wabster lowns , And kissing barefit carlins . Combustion thro ' our ...
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... sing , what prose narrate , The butcher deeds of bloody fate Amid this mighty tulzie ! Grim Horror girn'd — pale Terror roar'd , As Murther at his thrapple shor❜d , And Hell mix'd in the brulzie . As highland craigs by thunder cleft ...
... sing , what prose narrate , The butcher deeds of bloody fate Amid this mighty tulzie ! Grim Horror girn'd — pale Terror roar'd , As Murther at his thrapple shor❜d , And Hell mix'd in the brulzie . As highland craigs by thunder cleft ...
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... Thurlow growl a curse of woe ; And Melville melt in wailing ! How Fox and Sheridan rejoice ! And Burke shall sing , ' O Prince , arise , Thy power is all - prevailing ! ' For your poor friend , the Bard , afar He 12 The Poems.
... Thurlow growl a curse of woe ; And Melville melt in wailing ! How Fox and Sheridan rejoice ! And Burke shall sing , ' O Prince , arise , Thy power is all - prevailing ! ' For your poor friend , the Bard , afar He 12 The Poems.
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... sing Drumlanrig's Grace , Discarded remnant of a race Once great in martial story ? His forbears ' virtues all contrasted- The very name of Douglas blasted- His that inverted glory . Hate , envy , oft the Douglas bore ; But he has ...
... sing Drumlanrig's Grace , Discarded remnant of a race Once great in martial story ? His forbears ' virtues all contrasted- The very name of Douglas blasted- His that inverted glory . Hate , envy , oft the Douglas bore ; But he has ...
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Amang auld banks birds bonie bosom braes Burns wrote charms CHORUS comes dear dearie death EPIGRAM fair Farewell fate fell flowers frae give glen green grows guid hame hand head heart Highland hills hour I'll Jamie John kind King kiss lass lassie leave light live lo'es look Lord mair Mary maun meet mind Miss monie morning ne'er never night o'er owre peace pleasure poor pride roar rose round sing song spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thing Thomson thou thought thro true TUNE verses wander weary weel wife wild Willie wind written ye'll young
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