Burns in English: Select Poems of Robert BurnsA. Corbett, 1892 - 112 страница |
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... from his poems . I will only allude briefly to the main facts of his career . He was born on the 25th of January , 1759 , and died in July , 1796. A hum- His life ble cottage was the scene of his birth vi INTRODUCTION .
... from his poems . I will only allude briefly to the main facts of his career . He was born on the 25th of January , 1759 , and died in July , 1796. A hum- His life ble cottage was the scene of his birth vi INTRODUCTION .
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Select Poems of Robert Burns Robert Burns. His life ble cottage was the scene of his birth , about two miles from the town of Ayr , in Scotland . from boyhood was one of toil and often privation . About his twenty - seventh year , a ...
Select Poems of Robert Burns Robert Burns. His life ble cottage was the scene of his birth , about two miles from the town of Ayr , in Scotland . from boyhood was one of toil and often privation . About his twenty - seventh year , a ...
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... scenes ; Poor tenant folks , of money scant , Must quietly bear an agent's taunt ; He loudly swears , that , without fail , He'll seize their goods , send them to jail : While they must stand , with aspect humble , And hear it all , and ...
... scenes ; Poor tenant folks , of money scant , Must quietly bear an agent's taunt ; He loudly swears , that , without fail , He'll seize their goods , send them to jail : While they must stand , with aspect humble , And hear it all , and ...
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... scene unhallowed ; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied , When out the hellish legion sallied . As bees rush out with angry fuss , When plundering herds assail their house ; Or hare , pursued by mortal foes , When pop ! she starts before ...
... scene unhallowed ; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied , When out the hellish legion sallied . As bees rush out with angry fuss , When plundering herds assail their house ; Or hare , pursued by mortal foes , When pop ! she starts before ...
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... scene ; The native feelings strong , the guileless ways ; What Aiken in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho ' his worth unknown , far happier there , I ween ! November chill blows through the leafless bough ; The short'ning winter day ...
... scene ; The native feelings strong , the guileless ways ; What Aiken in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho ' his worth unknown , far happier there , I ween ! November chill blows through the leafless bough ; The short'ning winter day ...
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Ae fond kiss ALEXANDER CORBETT Allan Cunningham auld lang syne bard BEELZEBUB Beneath better blest bonny bonny lass brave John Highlandman breast Burns CÆSAR cheerful CHORUS clatter dance days of auld dear devils drink e'en e'er EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry face fair faith fate fear fire folks fool give Glen glorious grace gray groans Halloween hand head hear heart Heaven hell Highland holy honest Hornbook jades Jean John Anderson JOLLY BEGGARS Lal de daudle Lal de lal lasses light Lord loud Mauchline meet Muse Nature's ne'er never night o'er the sea pleasure plough poems poet poor pride race rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic scarce Scotia's Scotland sight Sing sodger laddie song sore soul sweet TAM O'SHANTER TARBOLTON tell thee There's thou thought toil tune Twas weary ween whistle th wimpling young
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Страница 32 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
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