The British Poets, Том 2Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... Farewell to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge , Tor- bolton On a Procession of the St. James's Lodge a 17 α 22 24 SONG - The Sons of Old Killie SONG - The Bonnie Lass o ' Ballochmyle · 25 e 26 To Mr. John Kennedy j 28 The Farewell * 7 ...
... Farewell to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge , Tor- bolton On a Procession of the St. James's Lodge a 17 α 22 24 SONG - The Sons of Old Killie SONG - The Bonnie Lass o ' Ballochmyle · 25 e 26 To Mr. John Kennedy j 28 The Farewell * 7 ...
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... Farewell to Clarinda d 121 e 122 d 123 • * j 125 d 127 Contributions to the Second Volume of Johnson's Museum Whistle and I'll come to you , my Lad Macpherson's Farewell 128 • d 129 Stay , my Charmer d 131 Strathallan's Lament d 132 The ...
... Farewell to Clarinda d 121 e 122 d 123 • * j 125 d 127 Contributions to the Second Volume of Johnson's Museum Whistle and I'll come to you , my Lad Macpherson's Farewell 128 • d 129 Stay , my Charmer d 131 Strathallan's Lament d 132 The ...
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... FAREWELL TO THE BRETHREN OF ST . JAMES'S LODGE , TORBOLTON . TUNE - Good - night , and Joy be wi ' you a ' . ADIEU ... FAREWELL TO ST . JAMES'S LODGE . [ 1786 . Farewell to the Brethren of St James's Lodge, Tor- bolton α.
... FAREWELL TO THE BRETHREN OF ST . JAMES'S LODGE , TORBOLTON . TUNE - Good - night , and Joy be wi ' you a ' . ADIEU ... FAREWELL TO ST . JAMES'S LODGE . [ 1786 . Farewell to the Brethren of St James's Lodge, Tor- bolton α.
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... farewell ! whose merits claim , Justly , that highest badge to wear ! Heaven bless your honoured , noble name , To masonry and Scotia dear ! A last request permit me here , When yearly ye assemble a ' , One round I ask it with a tear ...
... farewell ! whose merits claim , Justly , that highest badge to wear ! Heaven bless your honoured , noble name , To masonry and Scotia dear ! A last request permit me here , When yearly ye assemble a ' , One round I ask it with a tear ...
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... FAREWELL , dear friend ! may guid - luck hit you , And ' mang her favourites admit you . If e'er Detraction shore to smit you , May nane believe him , And ony deil that thinks to get you , Good L- , deceive him . threaten R. B. THE FAREWELL ...
... FAREWELL , dear friend ! may guid - luck hit you , And ' mang her favourites admit you . If e'er Detraction shore to smit you , May nane believe him , And ony deil that thinks to get you , Good L- , deceive him . threaten R. B. THE FAREWELL ...
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