The life and works of Robert Burns, ed. by R. Chambers. Libr. ed, Том 1Chambers, 1856 |
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... Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil , Here , firm , I rest , they must be best , Because they are Thy will ! Then all I want ( oh , do Thou grant This one request of mine ! ) Since to enjoy Thou dost deny ...
... Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil , Here , firm , I rest , they must be best , Because they are Thy will ! Then all I want ( oh , do Thou grant This one request of mine ! ) Since to enjoy Thou dost deny ...
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... Thou great Being ! what Thou art Surpasses me to know : Yet sure I am , that known to Thee Are all Thy works below . Thy creature here before Thee stands , All wretched and distrest ; Yet sure those ills that wring my soul Obey Thy high ...
... Thou great Being ! what Thou art Surpasses me to know : Yet sure I am , that known to Thee Are all Thy works below . Thy creature here before Thee stands , All wretched and distrest ; Yet sure those ills that wring my soul Obey Thy high ...
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... thou , whose lamentable face Appears to mourn my woefu ' case ! My dying words attentive hear , And bear them to my master dear . ' Tell him , if e'er again he keep As muckle gear as buy a sheep , Oh , bid him never tie them mair Wi ...
... thou , whose lamentable face Appears to mourn my woefu ' case ! My dying words attentive hear , And bear them to my master dear . ' Tell him , if e'er again he keep As muckle gear as buy a sheep , Oh , bid him never tie them mair Wi ...
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... thou ne'er forgather up Wi ' ony blastit , moorland toop , But aye keep mind to moop and mell Wi ' sheep o ' credit like thysel . And now , my bairns , wi ' my last breath I lea'e my blessin ' wi ' you baith : And when you think upo ...
... thou ne'er forgather up Wi ' ony blastit , moorland toop , But aye keep mind to moop and mell Wi ' sheep o ' credit like thysel . And now , my bairns , wi ' my last breath I lea'e my blessin ' wi ' you baith : And when you think upo ...
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... thou's get my blether . ' This said , poor Mailie turned her head , And closed her een amang the dead . VOL . I. POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . Lament in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is ...
... thou's get my blether . ' This said , poor Mailie turned her head , And closed her een amang the dead . VOL . I. POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . Lament in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is ...
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acquaintance afterwards Aiken Amang appears auld Ayrshire baith bard bonnie lass bonny braw brother Burns's canna charms dear deil e'en e'er Edinburgh Epistle fair farm father fear feelings Firth of Clyde fortune frae Gavin Hamilton Gilbert Burns Halloween Hamilton happy heart Heaven Highland honour humble Jean John John Barleycorn Kilmarnock Kirkoswald labour Laird lass lassie letter lived Lochlea Mary Mauchline maun Maybole mind minister monie Mossgiel Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre parish pleasure plough poem poet poet's poetical poor pride rhyme Robert Burns rustic says scene Scotch Scotland Scottish shew sing skelpin song stanza sweet tell thee There's thou thought Torbolton unco verses weary weel Whyles William Burness wretched Ye'll young youth
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Страница 77 - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
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