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... Mauchline Lady : A Fragment 47 48 50 52 53 * My Girl she's airy : A Fragment The Belles of Mauchline 53 do . Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire Epigram on the same Occasion Another do . On Tam the Chapman Epitaph ...
... Mauchline Lady : A Fragment 47 48 50 52 53 * My Girl she's airy : A Fragment The Belles of Mauchline 53 do . Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire Epigram on the same Occasion Another do . On Tam the Chapman Epitaph ...
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... Mauchline * A Poet's Welcome to his Love - Begotten Daughter The Mauchline Lady : A Fragment 48 50 52 53 53 Another do . do . Epitaph on John Rankine Lines on the Author's Death Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire ...
... Mauchline * A Poet's Welcome to his Love - Begotten Daughter The Mauchline Lady : A Fragment 48 50 52 53 53 Another do . do . Epitaph on John Rankine Lines on the Author's Death Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire ...
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... Louse 211 Inscribed on a Work of Hannah More's 213 The Holy Fair 214 Song - Composed in Spring 223 To a Mountain Daisy 224 To Ruin The Lament Despondency : An Ode 226 227 230 PAGE To Gavin Hamilton , Esq . , Mauchline , Contents . ix.
... Louse 211 Inscribed on a Work of Hannah More's 213 The Holy Fair 214 Song - Composed in Spring 223 To a Mountain Daisy 224 To Ruin The Lament Despondency : An Ode 226 227 230 PAGE To Gavin Hamilton , Esq . , Mauchline , Contents . ix.
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... Mauchline 255 The Farewell to the Brethren of St James's Lodge , Tarbolton • 256 On a Scotch Bard , gone to the West Indies 258 A Bard's Epitaph Song - Farewell to Eliza • Epitaph for Robert Aiken , Esq . 260 261 262 Epitaph for Gavin ...
... Mauchline 255 The Farewell to the Brethren of St James's Lodge , Tarbolton • 256 On a Scotch Bard , gone to the West Indies 258 A Bard's Epitaph Song - Farewell to Eliza • Epitaph for Robert Aiken , Esq . 260 261 262 Epitaph for Gavin ...
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... of the " belles of Mauchline , " was appointed , in March 1788 , to train Burns for the duties of an exciseman . ] REMORSE - A FRAGMENT . Of all the numerous ills ÆT . 25. ] 41 Poems and Songs . Song "Indeed will I," quo' Findlay.
... of the " belles of Mauchline , " was appointed , in March 1788 , to train Burns for the duties of an exciseman . ] REMORSE - A FRAGMENT . Of all the numerous ills ÆT . 25. ] 41 Poems and Songs . Song "Indeed will I," quo' Findlay.
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Amang auld baith Ballochmyle bard blest bonie lass braw brunstane Burns canna cauld Cessnock charms dear death deil dinna e'en e'er EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair faith Farewell fear Findlay frae Gavin Hamilton gies grace guid hae seen hame heart Heaven herds Highland holy honest honor ither Jean John Barleycorn Kilmarnock Kilmarnock volume kirk laird lassie Lord Mauchline maun mony Mossgiel muckle muse nae mair naething ne'er Netherplace never night o'er plough poem poet poet's poison'd poor pow'r pride rantin rhyme rigs ROBERT BURNS Scotland sing skelpin song stanza sweet taen Tarbolton tell thee thegither There's thou thro twa sparkling rogueish unco verse warl weary weel Whitefoord Whyles WILLIAM SIMSON Willie winna Ye'll ye're young
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