The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and LettersT. Davison, 1826 - 212 страница |
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... Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd through Wallace's undaunted heart ! Who dared so nobly stem tyrannic pride , Or nobly die , the second glorious part , ( The patriot's God peculiarly thou art , His friend , inspirer ...
... Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd through Wallace's undaunted heart ! Who dared so nobly stem tyrannic pride , Or nobly die , the second glorious part , ( The patriot's God peculiarly thou art , His friend , inspirer ...
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... thou , whose very self art love ! Thou know'st my words sincere ! The life - blood streaming thro ' my heart , Or my more dear immortal part , Is not more fondly dear ! When heart - corroding care and grief Deprive my soul of rest , Her ...
... thou , whose very self art love ! Thou know'st my words sincere ! The life - blood streaming thro ' my heart , Or my more dear immortal part , Is not more fondly dear ! When heart - corroding care and grief Deprive my soul of rest , Her ...
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... thou ! whatever title suit thee , Auld Hornie , Satan , Nick , or Clootie , Wha in yon cavern grim an ' sootie , Closed under hatches , Spairges about the brunstane cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee ...
... thou ! whatever title suit thee , Auld Hornie , Satan , Nick , or Clootie , Wha in yon cavern grim an ' sootie , Closed under hatches , Spairges about the brunstane cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee ...
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... Thou travels far ; An ' faith ! thou's neither lag nor lame , Nor blate nor scaur . Whyles , ranging like a roarin lion , For prey , a ' holes an ' corners tryin ; Whyles on the strong - wing'd tempest flyin , Tirling the kirks ; Whyles ...
... Thou travels far ; An ' faith ! thou's neither lag nor lame , Nor blate nor scaur . Whyles , ranging like a roarin lion , For prey , a ' holes an ' corners tryin ; Whyles on the strong - wing'd tempest flyin , Tirling the kirks ; Whyles ...
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... care , A burden more than I can bear , I sit me down and sigh : O life ! thou art a galling load , Along a rough , a weary road , To wretches such as I ! * Vide Milton , Book VI . Dim backward as I cast my view , What sickening BURNS . 31.
... care , A burden more than I can bear , I sit me down and sigh : O life ! thou art a galling load , Along a rough , a weary road , To wretches such as I ! * Vide Milton , Book VI . Dim backward as I cast my view , What sickening BURNS . 31.
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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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