The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, Том 2Little, Brown & Company, 1863 |
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... Bard , gone to the West Indies a 13 A Bard's Epitaph a 15 Dedication to Gavin Hamilton , Esq . Farewell to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge , Tor- bolton On a Procession of the St. James's Lodge а 17 a 25 e 26 2223 22 24 SONG The Sons ...
... Bard , gone to the West Indies a 13 A Bard's Epitaph a 15 Dedication to Gavin Hamilton , Esq . Farewell to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge , Tor- bolton On a Procession of the St. James's Lodge а 17 a 25 e 26 2223 22 24 SONG The Sons ...
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... bard far distances that of his predecessor . UPON a simmer Sunday - morn , When Nature's face is fair , I walked forth to view the corn , And snuff the cauler air . The rising sun o'er Galston muirs , fresh Wi ' glorious light was ...
... bard far distances that of his predecessor . UPON a simmer Sunday - morn , When Nature's face is fair , I walked forth to view the corn , And snuff the cauler air . The rising sun o'er Galston muirs , fresh Wi ' glorious light was ...
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... BARD , GONE TO THE WEST INDIES . A'YE wha live by sowps o ' drink , A ' ye wha live by crambo - clink , A'ye wha live and never think , Come , mourn wi ' me ! Our billie's gien us a ' a ... BARD . On a Scotch Bard, gone to the West Indies.
... BARD , GONE TO THE WEST INDIES . A'YE wha live by sowps o ' drink , A ' ye wha live by crambo - clink , A'ye wha live and never think , Come , mourn wi ' me ! Our billie's gien us a ' a ... BARD . On a Scotch Bard, gone to the West Indies.
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... it free : The Muse was a ' that he took pride in , That's owre the sea . Jamaica bodies , use him weel , And hap him in a cozie biel : wrap - snug shelter Ye'll find him aye a dainty chiel , And fou 14 [ 1786 . ON A SCOTCH BARD .
... it free : The Muse was a ' that he took pride in , That's owre the sea . Jamaica bodies , use him weel , And hap him in a cozie biel : wrap - snug shelter Ye'll find him aye a dainty chiel , And fou 14 [ 1786 . ON A SCOTCH BARD .
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... BARD'S EPITAPH . In a different spirit , Burns wrote an epitaph for himself a confession of his errors so solemn and so touching , as to take the sting from every other com- ment on the subject . Is ... BARD'S EPITAPH . A Bard's Epitaph.
... BARD'S EPITAPH . In a different spirit , Burns wrote an epitaph for himself a confession of his errors so solemn and so touching , as to take the sting from every other com- ment on the subject . Is ... BARD'S EPITAPH . A Bard's Epitaph.
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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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