The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C.C. ClarkeCassell, Petter & Galpin, 1872 |
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... flowers ' delicious spoils , Seal'd up with frugal care in massive waxen piles , Are doom'd by man , that tyrant o ... flower in field or meadow springs : Nae mair the grove with airy concert rings , Except , perhaps , the robin's ...
... flowers ' delicious spoils , Seal'd up with frugal care in massive waxen piles , Are doom'd by man , that tyrant o ... flower in field or meadow springs : Nae mair the grove with airy concert rings , Except , perhaps , the robin's ...
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... flowers ' delicious spo ith frugal care in massive waxen piles , by man , that tyrant o'er the weak , o ' devils ... flower in field or meadow springs : the grove with airy concert rings , rhaps , the robin's whistling glee , he height o ...
... flowers ' delicious spo ith frugal care in massive waxen piles , by man , that tyrant o'er the weak , o ' devils ... flower in field or meadow springs : the grove with airy concert rings , rhaps , the robin's whistling glee , he height o ...
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... 6 Thou layèst them , with all their cares , In everlasting sleep ; As with a flood Thou tak'st them off With overwhelming sweep . 7 They flourish like the morning flower , In beauty's THE FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE NINETIETH PSALM . 131.
... 6 Thou layèst them , with all their cares , In everlasting sleep ; As with a flood Thou tak'st them off With overwhelming sweep . 7 They flourish like the morning flower , In beauty's THE FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE NINETIETH PSALM . 131.
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... flower , Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is ... flowers our gardens yield , High sheltering woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou beneath the random bield O ' clod ...
... flower , Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is ... flowers our gardens yield , High sheltering woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou beneath the random bield O ' clod ...
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... flowers , As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd , And singing , lone , the lingering hours , I shelter in thy honour'd shade . 2 Here wealth still swells the golden tide , As busy Trade his labour plies ; There Architecture's noble pride ...
... flowers , As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd , And singing , lone , the lingering hours , I shelter in thy honour'd shade . 2 Here wealth still swells the golden tide , As busy Trade his labour plies ; There Architecture's noble pride ...
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aboon amang ance auld auld lang syne banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns cauld charms CHORUS claut Cottars dear dearest dearie death deil Dumfries e'en e'er fair fate fête champêtre flowers frae Gala water glen grace grief Gude hame heart Heaven Highland lassie honest ilka ither Jamie Kilmarnock laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning Muse nae mair ne'er never night Nith o'er owre pleasure poems poet poor pride roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland sing skelpin song sorrow soul sweet Syne tear tell thee There's thine thou TUNE unco wander weary weel Whigs whistle whyles wife wild Willie wind winna ye'll young Он
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