The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... Looks . 386 · 375 The Toadeater . Fairest Maid on Devon Banks 386 ? • 375 The Toast 386 On a Person Nicknamed " The Mar- quis " EPIGRAMS , EPITAPHS , AND EXTEMPORE VERSES Written on a Window at the " King's 386 376 Arms , " Dumfries ...
... Looks . 386 · 375 The Toadeater . Fairest Maid on Devon Banks 386 ? • 375 The Toast 386 On a Person Nicknamed " The Mar- quis " EPIGRAMS , EPITAPHS , AND EXTEMPORE VERSES Written on a Window at the " King's 386 376 Arms , " Dumfries ...
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... look at that man , for he's Robert Burns , " quoth a shopkeeper who happened to be standing at his shop door , and who had noted the urchin's look of amazement . Wherever he went during that intoxicating season of triumph for him at ...
... look at that man , for he's Robert Burns , " quoth a shopkeeper who happened to be standing at his shop door , and who had noted the urchin's look of amazement . Wherever he went during that intoxicating season of triumph for him at ...
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... look and a word , which though , as Scott hints , of mere civility , he , never- theless , received , and long afterwards bore in recollection , with the keenest pleasure . The look was a kindly smile of thanks out of eyes which were ...
... look and a word , which though , as Scott hints , of mere civility , he , never- theless , received , and long afterwards bore in recollection , with the keenest pleasure . The look was a kindly smile of thanks out of eyes which were ...
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... look into each other's eyes , and upon that instant their hearts were reconciled . Shortly after midsummer , however , in the very midst of his renewed intercourse with Jean Armour , Burns , to our bewilderment , started off suddenly ...
... look into each other's eyes , and upon that instant their hearts were reconciled . Shortly after midsummer , however , in the very midst of his renewed intercourse with Jean Armour , Burns , to our bewilderment , started off suddenly ...
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... look - and not in vain - when at their sorest need , to the rhyming , raking , aimless , idle fellow for the reclamation of their otherwise lost fortunes . On Monday , the 24th of March , 1788 , while yet in the midst of a complication ...
... look - and not in vain - when at their sorest need , to the rhyming , raking , aimless , idle fellow for the reclamation of their otherwise lost fortunes . On Monday , the 24th of March , 1788 , while yet in the midst of a complication ...
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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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