The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... Amang the Trees , where Humming Bees 322 Thou hast Left Me Ever . · 349 The Gowden Locks of Anna . 322 Auld Lang Syne • 349 The Winter of Life . 323 To Mary . 323 Fair Jenny Here's to thy Health , my Bonnie Lass 324 There's Three Gude ...
... Amang the Trees , where Humming Bees 322 Thou hast Left Me Ever . · 349 The Gowden Locks of Anna . 322 Auld Lang Syne • 349 The Winter of Life . 323 To Mary . 323 Fair Jenny Here's to thy Health , my Bonnie Lass 324 There's Three Gude ...
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... amang the Heather View • 442 To the Rosebud Young Damon . · 442 The Tears I Shed must ever Fall Kirk wad let Me be • 442 Dainty Davie . Johnny Faa , or the Gypsie Laddie . • 443 Rob o ' Dumblane To Daunton Me . • 444 • Absence I had a ...
... amang the Heather View • 442 To the Rosebud Young Damon . · 442 The Tears I Shed must ever Fall Kirk wad let Me be • 442 Dainty Davie . Johnny Faa , or the Gypsie Laddie . • 443 Rob o ' Dumblane To Daunton Me . • 444 • Absence I had a ...
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... amang the dead . POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; To slink through slaps , an ' reave an ' steal At stacks o ' pease ...
... amang the dead . POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; To slink through slaps , an ' reave an ' steal At stacks o ' pease ...
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... amang oursel ' , There's Smith for ane ; I doubt he's but a grey - nick quill , An ' that ye'll fin ' . O ! a ' ye flocks o'er a ' the hills , By mosses , meadows , moors , and fells , Come , join your counsel and your skills To cowe ...
... amang oursel ' , There's Smith for ane ; I doubt he's but a grey - nick quill , An ' that ye'll fin ' . O ! a ' ye flocks o'er a ' the hills , By mosses , meadows , moors , and fells , Come , join your counsel and your skills To cowe ...
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... Amang the furms an ' benches : An ' cheese an ' bread , frae women's laps , Was dealt about in lunches , May end in houghmagandie Some ither day . An ' dawds that day . What's a ' your jargon o ' your schools , 64 BURNS ' POETICAL WORKS .
... Amang the furms an ' benches : An ' cheese an ' bread , frae women's laps , Was dealt about in lunches , May end in houghmagandie Some ither day . An ' dawds that day . What's a ' your jargon o ' your schools , 64 BURNS ' POETICAL WORKS .
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amang arms auld banks beauty blithe bonnie breast Burns called charms comes dance dear dearie death e'er Edinburgh epigram eyes face fair fear flowers frae gang gi'e give grace green guid ha'e hame hand happy head hear heart Heaven Highland hills honour hope I'll Jean John Johnnie kind king laddie lady land lass lassie leave light lines live look Lord mair Mary maun meet mind mony morning ne'er never night o'er passed pleasure Poet Poet's poor rest Robert round sang sing smile song soul stanzas sweet tear tell thee There's thou thought true tune turn verses weary weel wife Willie wind wish written young
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