The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and Criticism on His WritingsJ. Crissey and J. Grigg, 1831 - 438 страница |
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... late Captain Grose's Peregrina- tions through Scotland , collecting the Antiquities of that Kingdom , To Miss Cruikshanks , a very young Lady . Written on the blank leaf of a Book , presented to her by the Author , ib 70 ib . ib . ib ...
... late Captain Grose's Peregrina- tions through Scotland , collecting the Antiquities of that Kingdom , To Miss Cruikshanks , a very young Lady . Written on the blank leaf of a Book , presented to her by the Author , ib 70 ib . ib . ib ...
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... late Miss Burnet , of Mon- boddo , · The Rights of Woman , Address , spoken by Miss Fontenelle , on her Benefit Night , Dec. 4 , 1795 , at the Theatre , Dumfries . Verses to a young Lady , with a present sent him a Newspaper , and ...
... late Miss Burnet , of Mon- boddo , · The Rights of Woman , Address , spoken by Miss Fontenelle , on her Benefit Night , Dec. 4 , 1795 , at the Theatre , Dumfries . Verses to a young Lady , with a present sent him a Newspaper , and ...
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... haste an ' turn king David owre , An ' lilt wi ' holy clangor ; * Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late Reverend and worthy Mr. L. to the Laigh Kirk O ' double verse come gie us four , An 16 BURNS POEMS .
... haste an ' turn king David owre , An ' lilt wi ' holy clangor ; * Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late Reverend and worthy Mr. L. to the Laigh Kirk O ' double verse come gie us four , An 16 BURNS POEMS .
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... late an ' drunk is : The bleezin , curst , mischievous monkeys Delude his eyes , Ne'er mair to rise . Till in some miry slough he sunk is , When Masons ' mystic word an ' grip In storms an ' tempests raise you up , Some cock or cat your ...
... late an ' drunk is : The bleezin , curst , mischievous monkeys Delude his eyes , Ne'er mair to rise . Till in some miry slough he sunk is , When Masons ' mystic word an ' grip In storms an ' tempests raise you up , Some cock or cat your ...
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... his burial - place is still shown . Barskimming the seat of the Lord Justice - Clerk . ** Catrine , the seat of the late doctor and present professor Stewart . Brydone's brave ward * I well could spy , Beneath C 2 BURNS ' POEMS . 25 25.
... his burial - place is still shown . Barskimming the seat of the Lord Justice - Clerk . ** Catrine , the seat of the late doctor and present professor Stewart . Brydone's brave ward * I well could spy , Beneath C 2 BURNS ' POEMS . 25 25.
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