The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... True Loyal Natives . . · 379 On Viewing Stirling Palace Bacchanalian · . 380 On a Suicide The Reproof • 380 The Reply to a Reproof On Tam the Chapman 380 A Farewell • 390 390 PAGE On Burns's Horse being Impounded by PAGE REMARKS BY X ...
... True Loyal Natives . . · 379 On Viewing Stirling Palace Bacchanalian · . 380 On a Suicide The Reproof • 380 The Reply to a Reproof On Tam the Chapman 380 A Farewell • 390 390 PAGE On Burns's Horse being Impounded by PAGE REMARKS BY X ...
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... True Love 440 My Tocher's the Jewel Then , Guidwife , Count the Lawin Where wad Bonnie Annie Lie 462 462 462 . Hey Tutti Taiti 462 440 Galloway Tam . • Tak ' your Auld Cloak about ye 463 440 Ye Gods ! was Strephon's Picture Blest . 441 ...
... True Love 440 My Tocher's the Jewel Then , Guidwife , Count the Lawin Where wad Bonnie Annie Lie 462 462 462 . Hey Tutti Taiti 462 440 Galloway Tam . • Tak ' your Auld Cloak about ye 463 440 Ye Gods ! was Strephon's Picture Blest . 441 ...
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... true - hearted father . Afield so long as the sun was above the horizon , he and his boys worked together . At thirteen Robert wielded his flail like a man ; at fourteen , sickle in hand , he could bind as many sheaves within a given ...
... true - hearted father . Afield so long as the sun was above the horizon , he and his boys worked together . At thirteen Robert wielded his flail like a man ; at fourteen , sickle in hand , he could bind as many sheaves within a given ...
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... true grandeur and glory of literature . Beyond them all , however , as helping to bring directly home to himself the notion of poems as racy of the Scottish soil as the thistle and the heather , there were the works of Allan Ramsay ...
... true grandeur and glory of literature . Beyond them all , however , as helping to bring directly home to himself the notion of poems as racy of the Scottish soil as the thistle and the heather , there were the works of Allan Ramsay ...
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... true Fox livery in which he is delineated in the well - known painting of him by Alexander Nasmyth , the head from which portrait was soon afterwards coarsely engraved by John Beugo , by way of frontispiece to the Edinburgh edition ...
... true Fox livery in which he is delineated in the well - known painting of him by Alexander Nasmyth , the head from which portrait was soon afterwards coarsely engraved by John Beugo , by way of frontispiece to the Edinburgh edition ...
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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 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?