The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C.C. ClarkeCassell, Petter & Galpin, 1872 |
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... party welcomed his “ Twa Herds , " " Holy Willie's Prayer , " & c . , with a " roar of ap- plause . " His mind , altogether , during the years he resided at Mossgiel , was in a state of constant and successful Χ LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS .
... party welcomed his “ Twa Herds , " " Holy Willie's Prayer , " & c . , with a " roar of ap- plause . " His mind , altogether , during the years he resided at Mossgiel , was in a state of constant and successful Χ LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS .
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... Willie's Prayer " has none to the Burns of " Mary in Heaven . " Some may say , " He must have simu- lated the sensations of piety and lofty enthusiasm , " and may even contend that all genius thus simulates , and quote the words of ...
... Willie's Prayer " has none to the Burns of " Mary in Heaven . " Some may say , " He must have simu- lated the sensations of piety and lofty enthusiasm , " and may even contend that all genius thus simulates , and quote the words of ...
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... Willie . 248 Craigie - burn Wood 290- Open the Door to me O 249 O Lassie , art thou sleeping yet 201 Jessie 249 Her Answer 291 . When wild War's deadly Blast Address to the Wood - Lark 292 • was Blawn 250 On Chloris being ill 293 ...
... Willie . 248 Craigie - burn Wood 290- Open the Door to me O 249 O Lassie , art thou sleeping yet 201 Jessie 249 Her Answer 291 . When wild War's deadly Blast Address to the Wood - Lark 292 • was Blawn 250 On Chloris being ill 293 ...
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... Willie : An ' mony ithers , Whom auld Demosthenes or Tully Might own for brithers . 15 Arouse , my boys ! exert your mettle To get auld Scotland back her kettle ; ' Dempster : ' of Dunnichen , Angusshire . -2 Kilkerran : ' Sır Adam ...
... Willie : An ' mony ithers , Whom auld Demosthenes or Tully Might own for brithers . 15 Arouse , my boys ! exert your mettle To get auld Scotland back her kettle ; ' Dempster : ' of Dunnichen , Angusshire . -2 Kilkerran : ' Sır Adam ...
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... Willie's mill , 1 Setting my staff wi ' a ' my skill , To keep me sicker ; Though leeward whyles , against my will , I took a bicker . 6 I there wi ' Something did forgather , That put me in an eerie swither ; An awfu ' scythe , outowre ...
... Willie's mill , 1 Setting my staff wi ' a ' my skill , To keep me sicker ; Though leeward whyles , against my will , I took a bicker . 6 I there wi ' Something did forgather , That put me in an eerie swither ; An awfu ' scythe , outowre ...
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amang arms auld banks better blast bonnie bosom breast Burns charms CHORUS comes dear death e'en face fair fate fear flowers frae give glen grace green guid hame hand head hear heart Heaven Highland hills honest hope hour I'll John kind king lass lassie leave light live look Lord mair Mary maun meet mind mony morning Muse Nature ne'er never night o'er once owre pleasure poet poor pride roar Robert round sing song sorrow soul spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thou thought Till true TUNE turn wander weary weel wife wild Willie wind written young
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