Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 2Adam Neill and Company, 1800 |
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... wind a lang conclufion , Wi ' complimentary effufion : But whilft your wishes and endeavours , Are bleft with Fortune's fmiles and favours , I am , Dear Sir , with zeal moft fervent , Your much indebted , humble fervant . But if ( which ...
... wind a lang conclufion , Wi ' complimentary effufion : But whilft your wishes and endeavours , Are bleft with Fortune's fmiles and favours , I am , Dear Sir , with zeal moft fervent , Your much indebted , humble fervant . But if ( which ...
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... winds rave thro ' the naked tree ; Or frofts on hills of Ochiltree Are hoary gray ; Or blinding drifts wild - furious flee , Dark'ning the day ! O Nature ! a ' thy fhew an ' forms G 4 O ( 103 ) At Wallace' name what Scottish blood ...
... winds rave thro ' the naked tree ; Or frofts on hills of Ochiltree Are hoary gray ; Or blinding drifts wild - furious flee , Dark'ning the day ! O Nature ! a ' thy fhew an ' forms G 4 O ( 103 ) At Wallace' name what Scottish blood ...
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... held awa to Annie : The time flew by , wi ' tentless heed , Till ' tween the late and early ; Wi ' fma ' perfuafion fhe agreed , To fee me thro ' the barley . VOL . II . I II . II . The sky was blue , the wind was ( 129 )
... held awa to Annie : The time flew by , wi ' tentless heed , Till ' tween the late and early ; Wi ' fma ' perfuafion fhe agreed , To fee me thro ' the barley . VOL . II . I II . II . The sky was blue , the wind was ( 129 )
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Robert Burns. II . The sky was blue , the wind was ftill , The moon was fhining clearly ; I fet her down , wi ' right good will , Amang the rigs o ' barley : I ken't her heart was a ' my ain ; I lov'd her moft fincerely ; I kifs'd her ...
Robert Burns. II . The sky was blue , the wind was ftill , The moon was fhining clearly ; I fet her down , wi ' right good will , Amang the rigs o ' barley : I ken't her heart was a ' my ain ; I lov'd her moft fincerely ; I kifs'd her ...
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... winds , and flaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather ; The Moorcock fprings , on whirring wings , Amang the blooming heather : Now waving grain , wide o'er the plain , Delights the weary Farmer ; And the moon fhines bright ...
... winds , and flaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather ; The Moorcock fprings , on whirring wings , Amang the blooming heather : Now waving grain , wide o'er the plain , Delights the weary Farmer ; And the moon fhines bright ...
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ANTISTROPHE auld baith banks of Ayr Bard blaft blate bleft bleſs bofom bonnie Braxie bright chearful Claut corn Craigdarroch Crunt Daur dear dimin Ev'n ev'ry fair fark fate fcorn fhall fide fight filent fing flow'rs fmall fober focial fome Fortune's foul fpring frae ftill ftones ftorm ftrains fure fweet Glenriddel glorious Green grow heart Heav'n honeft horfe John Barleycorn juft laffes laft Lallans laſt mair maun Maxwelton moffy monie mourn Mufe ne'er neebor night noife o'er owre the Sea pleaſure pleugh poor Pow'r pride profe reft roar Scotia's Scotland Scottish language ſhall SHANTER ſhe ſhelter ſhould Snick ſpare Sugh ſweet taen tear thee theſe thoſe thou thro twas Twill unco weary weel Whare Whiſtle whofe Whoſe wind winna wiſh Ye'll Yokin younkers
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