The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublished |
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An honest man lere lies at rest , As down the bum they took their way , As I stood
by yon roofless tower , Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms , Behold the
hour , the boat arrive , . Blythe , blythe , and merry was she , Blythe hae I been on
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An honest man lere lies at rest , As down the bum they took their way , As I stood
by yon roofless tower , Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms , Behold the
hour , the boat arrive , . Blythe , blythe , and merry was she , Blythe hae I been on
...
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Ye hurricanes rest in the cave o ' your slumbers ! O how your wild horrors a lover
alarms ! Awaken ye breezes , row gently ye billows , And waft my dear laddie
ance mair to my arms . But But if he's forgotten his faithfulest Nanie , Ostill flow 43
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Ye hurricanes rest in the cave o ' your slumbers ! O how your wild horrors a lover
alarms ! Awaken ye breezes , row gently ye billows , And waft my dear laddie
ance mair to my arms . But But if he's forgotten his faithfulest Nanie , Ostill flow 43
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1 So may no ruffian - feeling * in thy breast , Discordant jar thy bosom - chords
among ; But peace attune thy gentle soul to rest , Or love ecstatic wake his
seraph song . Or pity's notes , in luxury of tears , As modest want the tale of woe
reveals ...
1 So may no ruffian - feeling * in thy breast , Discordant jar thy bosom - chords
among ; But peace attune thy gentle soul to rest , Or love ecstatic wake his
seraph song . Or pity's notes , in luxury of tears , As modest want the tale of woe
reveals ...
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And when the howling wintry blast , Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest ;
Enclasped to my faithfu ' breast , I'll comfort thee , my dearie 0. * Lassie wi ' the lint
- white locks , Bonnie lassie , artless lassie ! Wilt thou wi me tent the flocks , Wilt
thou be ...
And when the howling wintry blast , Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest ;
Enclasped to my faithfu ' breast , I'll comfort thee , my dearie 0. * Lassie wi ' the lint
- white locks , Bonnie lassie , artless lassie ! Wilt thou wi me tent the flocks , Wilt
thou be ...
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The passing moment's all we rest on ! " Rest on -- for what ? what do we here ?
Or why regard the passing year ? Will time , amus'd with proverb'd lore , Add to
our date one minute more ? A few days may - a few years mustRepose us in the ...
The passing moment's all we rest on ! " Rest on -- for what ? what do we here ?
Or why regard the passing year ? Will time , amus'd with proverb'd lore , Add to
our date one minute more ? A few days may - a few years mustRepose us in the ...
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