The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublished |
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Altho ' the night were ne'er sae wild , And I were ne'er sae wearie 0 , I'd meet thee
on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie 0 . Your * In the copy transmitted to Mr.
Thomson , instead of wild , was inserted wet . But in one of the manuscripts ,
probably ...
Altho ' the night were ne'er sae wild , And I were ne'er sae wearie 0 , I'd meet thee
on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie 0 . Your * In the copy transmitted to Mr.
Thomson , instead of wild , was inserted wet . But in one of the manuscripts ,
probably ...
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Wi ' mony a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu ' tender ; And ,
pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder ; But Oh ! fell death's
untimely frost , That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod , and cauld's
the clay , That ...
Wi ' mony a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu ' tender ; And ,
pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder ; But Oh ! fell death's
untimely frost , That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod , and cauld's
the clay , That ...
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Meet me , & c . When purple morning starts the hare To steal upon her early fare ,
Then thro ' the dews I will repair , To meet my faithfu ' Davie . Meet me , & c .
When day expiring in the west , The curtain draws o ' nature's rest , I flee to his
arms ...
Meet me , & c . When purple morning starts the hare To steal upon her early fare ,
Then thro ' the dews I will repair , To meet my faithfu ' Davie . Meet me , & c .
When day expiring in the west , The curtain draws o ' nature's rest , I flee to his
arms ...
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On ilka hand the burnies trot , And meet below my theekit cot ; The scented birk
and hawthorn white Across the pool their arms unite , Alike to screen the birdie's
nest , And little fishes caller rest : The sun blinks kindly in the biel ' , Where blythe
I ...
On ilka hand the burnies trot , And meet below my theekit cot ; The scented birk
and hawthorn white Across the pool their arms unite , Alike to screen the birdie's
nest , And little fishes caller rest : The sun blinks kindly in the biel ' , Where blythe
I ...
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GLOOMY DECEMBER , Ance mair I hail thee , thou gloomy December Ance mair
I hail thee wi ' sorrow and care ; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember ,
Parting wi ' Nancy , Oh ! ne'er to meet mair , Fond lovers parting is sweet painful ...
GLOOMY DECEMBER , Ance mair I hail thee , thou gloomy December Ance mair
I hail thee wi ' sorrow and care ; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember ,
Parting wi ' Nancy , Oh ! ne'er to meet mair , Fond lovers parting is sweet painful ...
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