Poems and songs complete. (Notes by W.S. Douglas, and life by prof. Nichol. Edinb. illustr. ed.).1896 |
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... owre she warsl'd in the ditch : There , groanin , dying , she did lie , When Hughoc1 he cam doytin§ by . Wi ' glowrin || een , and lifted han's Poor Hughoc like a statue stan's ; He saw her days were near - hand ended , But , wae's my ...
... owre she warsl'd in the ditch : There , groanin , dying , she did lie , When Hughoc1 he cam doytin§ by . Wi ' glowrin || een , and lifted han's Poor Hughoc like a statue stan's ; He saw her days were near - hand ended , But , wae's my ...
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... spence + Sin ' Mailie's dead . Or , if he wanders up the howe , ‡ Her livin image in her yowe * good manners , † inner room . + valley . Comes bleatin till him , owre the knowe , * 34 Poems and Songs . [ 1783 . Poor Mailie's Elegy.
... spence + Sin ' Mailie's dead . Or , if he wanders up the howe , ‡ Her livin image in her yowe * good manners , † inner room . + valley . Comes bleatin till him , owre the knowe , * 34 Poems and Songs . [ 1783 . Poor Mailie's Elegy.
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Robert Burns William Scott Douglas. Comes bleatin till him , owre the knowe , * For bits o ' bread ; An ' down the briny pearls rowe For Mailie dead . She was nae get † o ' moorland tips , ‡ Wi ' tauted ket , § an ' hairy hips ; For her ...
Robert Burns William Scott Douglas. Comes bleatin till him , owre the knowe , * For bits o ' bread ; An ' down the briny pearls rowe For Mailie dead . She was nae get † o ' moorland tips , ‡ Wi ' tauted ket , § an ' hairy hips ; For her ...
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... owre and owre again , Amang the rigs o ' barley . Corn rigs , an ' barley rigs , & c . I lock'd her in my fond embrace ; Her heart was beating rarely : My blessings on that happy place , Amang the rigs o ' barley ! But by the moon and ...
... owre and owre again , Amang the rigs o ' barley . Corn rigs , an ' barley rigs , & c . I lock'd her in my fond embrace ; Her heart was beating rarely : My blessings on that happy place , Amang the rigs o ' barley ! But by the moon and ...
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... an ' shill ; The night's baith mirk and rainy , O ; But I'll get my plaid an ' out I'll steal , An ' owre the hill to Nanie , O. My Nanie's charming , sweet , an ' young ; 38 [ 1783 . Poems and Songs . Song-My Nanie, O!
... an ' shill ; The night's baith mirk and rainy , O ; But I'll get my plaid an ' out I'll steal , An ' owre the hill to Nanie , O. My Nanie's charming , sweet , an ' young ; 38 [ 1783 . Poems and Songs . Song-My Nanie, O!
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Amang appear auld bard better bonie Burns called charms composed dear death died doubt draw drink e'er EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry face fair faith fate father fear Fortune frae give grace guid Hamilton hand happy head hear heart holy honest honour hope hour I'll Jean John keep kind lass leave light live Lord mair Mary Mauchline maun meet mind mony morn muse ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poet's poor present pride rhyme Robin round seen sing song soul sweet tell thee There's Thou thought thro Till verse weary weel wild Ye'll ye're young
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