The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, Том 2Little, Brown & Company, 1863 |
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... till Jamie comes * c 273 Hame e 276 Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn C 277 Lines to Sir John Whitefoord 281 Third Epistle to Mr. Graham of Fintry c 281 Address to the Shade of Thomson c 286 · SONG - Lovely Davies d 288 SONG The ...
... till Jamie comes * c 273 Hame e 276 Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn C 277 Lines to Sir John Whitefoord 281 Third Epistle to Mr. Graham of Fintry c 281 Address to the Shade of Thomson c 286 · SONG - Lovely Davies d 288 SONG The ...
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... till a very recent period , if not till the present day . But it is important to notice that the rite itself , and even the place where it was adminis- tered , form no part of the picture . Burns limits him- self to the assemblage ...
... till a very recent period , if not till the present day . But it is important to notice that the rite itself , and even the place where it was adminis- tered , form no part of the picture . Burns limits him- self to the assemblage ...
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... Till a ' the hills are rairin ' , And echoes back return the shouts Black Russell1 is na sparin ' : tickle roaring 1 The Rev. John Russell , at this time minister of the Chapel- of - Ease , Kilmarnock , afterwards minister of Stirling ...
... Till a ' the hills are rairin ' , And echoes back return the shouts Black Russell1 is na sparin ' : tickle roaring 1 The Rev. John Russell , at this time minister of the Chapel- of - Ease , Kilmarnock , afterwards minister of Stirling ...
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... Till some ane by his bonnet lays , And gies them't like a tether , Fu ' lang that day . Waesucks ! for him that gets nae lass , Or lasses that hae naething ! Sma ' need has he to say a grace , Or melvie his braw claithing ! Oh wives ...
... Till some ane by his bonnet lays , And gies them't like a tether , Fu ' lang that day . Waesucks ! for him that gets nae lass , Or lasses that hae naething ! Sma ' need has he to say a grace , Or melvie his braw claithing ! Oh wives ...
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... Till aft his gudeness is abused ; And rascals whiles that do him wrang , Even that , he does na mind it lang : As master , landlord , husband , father , He does na fail his part in either . But then nae thanks to him for a ' that , Nae ...
... Till aft his gudeness is abused ; And rascals whiles that do him wrang , Even that , he does na mind it lang : As master , landlord , husband , father , He does na fail his part in either . But then nae thanks to him for a ' that , Nae ...
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AE FOND KISS Allan Cunningham amang Auchtertyre auld lang syne Ayrshire banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest bonny bosom braes BRIG bright Burns Burns's Captain Riddel Carse charms Clarinda Craigdarroch Cutty-sark dear death deil deil's awa Devil Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Exciseman fair Farewell fate Fergusson Fête Champêtre flowers frae Glen Glenriddel grace groan hame heart Heaven Highland hills honest honoured Jamie Kilmarnock lass lassie life's Lord Mauchline maun meikle merry monie morning mourn Muse nae mair naebody ne'er never night Nith o'er owre Peggy's pleasure poem poet poet's poor pride rhyming roar ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead Scotland Scots sing song soul stanza sweet tear thee There's thou TUNE verses wander weel whistle wild William Smellie Willie wind woods worth ye'll
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