The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and LettersT. Davison, 1826 - 212 страница |
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... death o ' devils smoor'd wi ' brimstone reek : The thundering guns are heard on every side , The wounded coveys , reeling , scatter wide ; The feather'd field - mates , bound by Nature's tie , Sires , mothers , children , in one carnage ...
... death o ' devils smoor'd wi ' brimstone reek : The thundering guns are heard on every side , The wounded coveys , reeling , scatter wide ; The feather'd field - mates , bound by Nature's tie , Sires , mothers , children , in one carnage ...
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... death ; [ wrath . At sight of whom our Sprites forgat their kindling THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . TO R. A **** , ESQ . INSCRIBED My loved , my honour'd , much respected friend ! No mercenary bard his homage pays ; With honest pride I ...
... death ; [ wrath . At sight of whom our Sprites forgat their kindling THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . TO R. A **** , ESQ . INSCRIBED My loved , my honour'd , much respected friend ! No mercenary bard his homage pays ; With honest pride I ...
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... DEATH AND DR . HORNBOOK . A TRUE STORY . Some books are lies frae end to end , And some great lies were never penned : Even Ministers , they hae been kenned , In holy rapture , A rousing whid , at times , to vend , And nail't wi ...
... DEATH AND DR . HORNBOOK . A TRUE STORY . Some books are lies frae end to end , And some great lies were never penned : Even Ministers , they hae been kenned , In holy rapture , A rousing whid , at times , to vend , And nail't wi ...
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... It seem'd to mak a kind o ' stan ' , But naething spak : Will ye go back ? " At length says I , " Friend , whare ye gaun , * This rencounter happened in seed - time , 1785 . It spak right howe " My name is Death , 22 BURNS .
... It seem'd to mak a kind o ' stan ' , But naething spak : Will ye go back ? " At length says I , " Friend , whare ye gaun , * This rencounter happened in seed - time , 1785 . It spak right howe " My name is Death , 22 BURNS .
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... Death , But be na fley'd . ” — Quoth I , " Guid faith , Ye're maybe come to stap my breath ; But tent me , billie : I red ye weel , tak care o ' skaith , See , there's a gully ! " " Guidman , " quo ' he , " put up your whittle , I'm no ...
... Death , But be na fley'd . ” — Quoth I , " Guid faith , Ye're maybe come to stap my breath ; But tent me , billie : I red ye weel , tak care o ' skaith , See , there's a gully ! " " Guidman , " quo ' he , " put up your whittle , I'm no ...
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ain dear amang ance auld bard Beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blate blaw blest bonnie Doon bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane canna cauld charms Cutty-sark dearest deil e'en e'er fair fate flowers fortune's frae glen green guid Halloween hame heart Heaven honest honour horse-leech hour humble ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn Laird lasses life's lo'es Lord Gregory luve Mailie maun mind mony morning mourn muse nae mair Nancy Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er Out-owre owre pleasure poor posie pride rhyme roar round sang Scotland sing smile song soul stream sugh swearin sweet Syne tear tell tender thee thegither There's thou unco wander warlock weary weel Whare Whyles wild winds winter wretch Ye'll younkers
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