The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... Sweet My Lovely Nancy The Dumfries Volunteers Damon and Sylvia • O , were my Love yon Lilac Fair Shelah O'Neil . My ain Kind Dearie , O Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary . My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing . Highland Mary Auld Rob Morris O ...
... Sweet My Lovely Nancy The Dumfries Volunteers Damon and Sylvia • O , were my Love yon Lilac Fair Shelah O'Neil . My ain Kind Dearie , O Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary . My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing . Highland Mary Auld Rob Morris O ...
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... Sweet Roses 402 On a National Thanksgiving for a Naval Roslin Castle . 402 Victory . 392 Saw ye Johnnie Cummin 4C3 The Black - headed Eagle 392 Clout the Caldron 404 Grace after Dinner 392 Saw ye na my Peggy 404 Another Grace . . 392 ...
... Sweet Roses 402 On a National Thanksgiving for a Naval Roslin Castle . 402 Victory . 392 Saw ye Johnnie Cummin 4C3 The Black - headed Eagle 392 Clout the Caldron 404 Grace after Dinner 392 Saw ye na my Peggy 404 Another Grace . . 392 ...
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... sweet wee lady , Or if I blush when thou shalt ca ' me Tit - ta , or daddy . Wee image of my bonnie Betty , I fatherly will kiss and daut thee , As dear and near my heart I set thee Wi ' as guid will , As a ' the priests had seen me get ...
... sweet wee lady , Or if I blush when thou shalt ca ' me Tit - ta , or daddy . Wee image of my bonnie Betty , I fatherly will kiss and daut thee , As dear and near my heart I set thee Wi ' as guid will , As a ' the priests had seen me get ...
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... sweet , braw , buskit , bonnie lass , That lap like Hebe o'er the grass . The scene here described is that yearly celebra- tion of the sacrament of the Lord's Supper , which , in the rural districts of Scotland , is only too literally a ...
... sweet , braw , buskit , bonnie lass , That lap like Hebe o'er the grass . The scene here described is that yearly celebra- tion of the sacrament of the Lord's Supper , which , in the rural districts of Scotland , is only too literally a ...
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... Sweet lass , I think ye seem to ken me ; I'm sure I've seen that bonnie face , But yet I canna name ye . " Quo ' she , an ' laughin ' as she spak ' , An ' tak's me by the hands , " Ye , for my sake , ha'e gi'en the feck Of a ' the Ten ...
... Sweet lass , I think ye seem to ken me ; I'm sure I've seen that bonnie face , But yet I canna name ye . " Quo ' she , an ' laughin ' as she spak ' , An ' tak's me by the hands , " Ye , for my sake , ha'e gi'en the feck Of a ' the Ten ...
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amang auld baith blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Burns's canna cauld charms Clarinda de'il dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland eyes fair Farewell fate flowers frae Gala Water gang Gavin Hamilton gi'e glen grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Jacobite Jamie Jean John Johnnie Kilmarnock kiss laddie lady laird lassie lo'e Lord Mary Mauchline maun mony morning Mossgiel mourn Muse nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor rhyme Robert Robert Burns sang Scotland Scots sing song stanzas sweet Syne Tarbolton tears tell thee There's thou Tune Tune-"The unco verses weary weel Whare Whigs whyles wife Willie young
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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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