The British Poets, Том 2Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... meet you on the holy spot Faith , we'se hae fine remarkin ' ! " Then I gaed hame at crowdie - time , And soon I made me ready ; For roads were clad , from side to side , Wi ' mony a weary body , In droves that day . Here farmers gash ...
... meet you on the holy spot Faith , we'se hae fine remarkin ' ! " Then I gaed hame at crowdie - time , And soon I made me ready ; For roads were clad , from side to side , Wi ' mony a weary body , In droves that day . Here farmers gash ...
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... meet some day . But now the L - ' s ain trumpet touts , Till a ' the hills are rairin ' , And echoes back return the shouts Black Russell1 is na sparin ' : tickle roaring 1 The Rev. John Russell , at this time minister of the Chapel- of ...
... meet some day . But now the L - ' s ain trumpet touts , Till a ' the hills are rairin ' , And echoes back return the shouts Black Russell1 is na sparin ' : tickle roaring 1 The Rev. John Russell , at this time minister of the Chapel- of ...
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... meet together , Then , sir , your hand - my friend and brother ! FAREWELL TO THE BRETHREN OF ST . JAMES'S LODGE , TORBOLTON . TUNE - Good - night , and Joy be wi ' you a ' . ADIEU ! a heart - warm , fond adieu ! Dear brothers of the ...
... meet together , Then , sir , your hand - my friend and brother ! FAREWELL TO THE BRETHREN OF ST . JAMES'S LODGE , TORBOLTON . TUNE - Good - night , and Joy be wi ' you a ' . ADIEU ! a heart - warm , fond adieu ! Dear brothers of the ...
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The hunter now has left the moor , The scattered coveys meet secure ; While here I wander , pressed with care , Along the lonely banks of Ayr . The Autumn mourns her ripening corn , By early Winter's ravage torn ; Across her placid ...
The hunter now has left the moor , The scattered coveys meet secure ; While here I wander , pressed with care , Along the lonely banks of Ayr . The Autumn mourns her ripening corn , By early Winter's ravage torn ; Across her placid ...
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... meet- Your ruined , formless bulk o ' stane and lime , Compare wi ' bonny brigs o ' modern time ? There's men o ' taste would tak the Ducat Stream , 1 Though they should cast the very sark and swim , shirt Ere they would grate their ...
... meet- Your ruined , formless bulk o ' stane and lime , Compare wi ' bonny brigs o ' modern time ? There's men o ' taste would tak the Ducat Stream , 1 Though they should cast the very sark and swim , shirt Ere they would grate their ...
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Allan Cunningham amang Auchtertyre auld auld lang syne banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blithe bonny lasses bosom braes BRIG bright Burns Burns's Captain Riddel Castle-Gordon charms Clarinda Craigdarroch dance dear death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Exciseman fair Farewell fate fear Fête Champêtre flowers frae Glen Glenriddel grace Grose hame heart Heaven Highland hills honest honoured Igo and ago Jamie John Johnson's Museum lassie Lon'on Lord Mauchline maun meikle monie morning mourn Muse nae mair naebody ne'er never night Nith o'er owre Peggy's pleasure poem poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing song soul Strathspey sweet tear thee There's thou TUNE unco verses wander waur weel Whigs whistle wild Willie wind woods worth ye'll
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Страница 247 - An' getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame ; Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tarn o...
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