The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Critical and Biographical NoticesPorter & Coates, 1876 - 604 страница |
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... arm . The groaning trencher there ye fill , Your hurdies like a distant hill , Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o ' need , While thro ' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead . His knife see rustic - labour dight , An ' cut ...
... arm . The groaning trencher there ye fill , Your hurdies like a distant hill , Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o ' need , While thro ' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead . His knife see rustic - labour dight , An ' cut ...
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... arms , an ' heads will sned , Like taps o ' thrissle . Ye pow'rs wha mak mankind your care , And dish them out their bill o ' fare , Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies ; But , if ye wish her gratefu ' pray'r ...
... arms , an ' heads will sned , Like taps o ' thrissle . Ye pow'rs wha mak mankind your care , And dish them out their bill o ' fare , Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies ; But , if ye wish her gratefu ' pray'r ...
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... arms ; I tremble to approach an angry God , And justly smart beneath his sin - avenging rod Fain would I say , " Forgive my foul offence ! " Fain promise never more to disobey ; But , should my Author health again dispense , Again I ...
... arms ; I tremble to approach an angry God , And justly smart beneath his sin - avenging rod Fain would I say , " Forgive my foul offence ! " Fain promise never more to disobey ; But , should my Author health again dispense , Again I ...
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... arm , Wi ' usquebae an ' blankets warm- She blinket on her sodger : An ' ay he gies the tozie drab The tither skelpin ' kiss , While she held up her greedy gab Just like an aumous dish . Ilk smack still , did crack still , Just like a ...
... arm , Wi ' usquebae an ' blankets warm- She blinket on her sodger : An ' ay he gies the tozie drab The tither skelpin ' kiss , While she held up her greedy gab Just like an aumous dish . Ilk smack still , did crack still , Just like a ...
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... arm and leg , And many a tatter'd rag Hanging over my bum , I'm as happy with my wallet , My bottle and my callet , As when I used in scarlet To follow a drum . Lal de daudle , & c What tho ' with hoary locks I must stand the winter ...
... arm and leg , And many a tatter'd rag Hanging over my bum , I'm as happy with my wallet , My bottle and my callet , As when I used in scarlet To follow a drum . Lal de daudle , & c What tho ' with hoary locks I must stand the winter ...
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amang ance auld baith bard blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw BRIG Burns canna cauld charms chiel daur dear death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear FINTRAY flower frae GAVIN HAMILTON grace guid hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Jamie Kilmarnock laddie lady laird lasses lassie Lord Mauchline maun meikle mony mourn muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poem poet poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar Robert ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead says Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin song soul sweet tear tell thee There's thou thro Tune unco verses weary weel whare Whigs whistle whyles wild Willie wind winna ye'll ye're
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