The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... Hour • 348 My Lady's Gown , there's Gairs upon't . Amang the Trees , where Humming Bees The Gowden Locks of Anna 322 Down the Burn Davie • 348 322 Thou hast Left Me Ever . • 349 322 Auld Lang Syne • 349 The Winter of Life . To Mary ...
... Hour • 348 My Lady's Gown , there's Gairs upon't . Amang the Trees , where Humming Bees The Gowden Locks of Anna 322 Down the Burn Davie • 348 322 Thou hast Left Me Ever . • 349 322 Auld Lang Syne • 349 The Winter of Life . To Mary ...
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... hour on the Sunday morning , having read every syllable it contained . Mrs. Dunlop , of Dunlop , a lady notable as the lineal descendant of the brother of Burns's favourite hero , Wallace , upon reading the " Cotter's Saturday Night ...
... hour on the Sunday morning , having read every syllable it contained . Mrs. Dunlop , of Dunlop , a lady notable as the lineal descendant of the brother of Burns's favourite hero , Wallace , upon reading the " Cotter's Saturday Night ...
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... hours of the day , friendly intercourse with Lord Glencairn . Rustic in his attire upon his first entrance into Edinburgh , he soon conformed himself in his garb to his new surroundings . His costume at that time , bearing in mind what ...
... hours of the day , friendly intercourse with Lord Glencairn . Rustic in his attire upon his first entrance into Edinburgh , he soon conformed himself in his garb to his new surroundings . His costume at that time , bearing in mind what ...
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... hour of six , saving only one brief interval , during which the revellers go forth into the open air to watch the sun rise over Ben Lomond . Returning indoors to their potations , while they each hold aloft before quaffing it a final ...
... hour of six , saving only one brief interval , during which the revellers go forth into the open air to watch the sun rise over Ben Lomond . Returning indoors to their potations , while they each hold aloft before quaffing it a final ...
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... hours ' duration . This was out of doors , while within the house , as he described it , the spectacle was no better- " No fighting , indeed , but folks lying drunk on the floor , and decanting , until both my dogs got so drunk by ...
... hours ' duration . This was out of doors , while within the house , as he described it , the spectacle was no better- " No fighting , indeed , but folks lying drunk on the floor , and decanting , until both my dogs got so drunk by ...
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Страница 91 - MY loved, my honored, much respected friend, No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end ; My dearest meed a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...
Страница 263 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Страница 92 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found : O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare — One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that...
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Страница 92 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?