The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C.C. ClarkeCassell, Petter & Galpin, 1872 |
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... turning up of a mouse's nest , or the uprooting of a daisy , " Flash'd upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude , ” and was transfigured into immortal song . Never was there more genuine , unforced , strong , yet sweet and ...
... turning up of a mouse's nest , or the uprooting of a daisy , " Flash'd upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude , ” and was transfigured into immortal song . Never was there more genuine , unforced , strong , yet sweet and ...
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... turns , and nothing long . He yielded to all impulses , good or bad - high or low - that assailed him . He was at the mercy of innumerable moods , as diverse from each other as heaven from hell . He began life as a Jacobite in politics ...
... turns , and nothing long . He yielded to all impulses , good or bad - high or low - that assailed him . He was at the mercy of innumerable moods , as diverse from each other as heaven from hell . He began life as a Jacobite in politics ...
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... turn'd - up snout , Ilis eldrich squeel and gestures , Oh ! how they fire the heart devout , Like cantharidian plasters , On sic a day ! 14 But hark ! the tent has changed its voice ; There's peace an ' rest nac langer : For a ' the ...
... turn'd - up snout , Ilis eldrich squeel and gestures , Oh ! how they fire the heart devout , Like cantharidian plasters , On sic a day ! 14 But hark ! the tent has changed its voice ; There's peace an ' rest nac langer : For a ' the ...
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... turn King David owre , An ' lilt wi ' holy clangor ; O ' double verse come gie us four , the Bangor : ' An ' skirl up the ' The ordination : ' of Rev. James Mackinlay , in Kilmarnock , whose call and ordination gave the highfliers a ...
... turn King David owre , An ' lilt wi ' holy clangor ; O ' double verse come gie us four , the Bangor : ' An ' skirl up the ' The ordination : ' of Rev. James Mackinlay , in Kilmarnock , whose call and ordination gave the highfliers a ...
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... turn a carpet - weaver Aff - hand this day . ' ' Fenwick : ' one Boyd was forced upon the parish of Fenwick in 1732 .-- Robertson : the colleague of Mackinlay , a moderate . - Netherton : ' a part of Kilmarnock full of weavers . 10 ...
... turn a carpet - weaver Aff - hand this day . ' ' Fenwick : ' one Boyd was forced upon the parish of Fenwick in 1732 .-- Robertson : the colleague of Mackinlay , a moderate . - Netherton : ' a part of Kilmarnock full of weavers . 10 ...
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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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