The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 5Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 страница |
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... . T. , with " When wild war's deadly blast was blawn , " and " the Mill " XIX . BURNS to Mr. T. , with Voice of Coila- Criticism - Origin of " The Lass o ' Patie's Mill " . b 66 No. XX . Mr. T. to BURNS .... . . CONTENTS .
... . T. , with " When wild war's deadly blast was blawn , " and " the Mill " XIX . BURNS to Mr. T. , with Voice of Coila- Criticism - Origin of " The Lass o ' Patie's Mill " . b 66 No. XX . Mr. T. to BURNS .... . . CONTENTS .
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... lass , and she was fair . " ... XXVIII . BURNS to Mr. T. Hurt at the idea of pecuniary recompense - Remarks on songs ..... 92 Musical expression 96 88888 XXIX . Mr. T. to BURNS . XXX . BURNS to Mr. T. XXXI . BURNS to Mr. T. For Mr ...
... lass , and she was fair . " ... XXVIII . BURNS to Mr. T. Hurt at the idea of pecuniary recompense - Remarks on songs ..... 92 Musical expression 96 88888 XXIX . Mr. T. to BURNS . XXX . BURNS to Mr. T. XXXI . BURNS to Mr. T. For Mr ...
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... lass " 165 " It was a ' for our rightfu ' king " ...... 167 " O steer her up and haud her gaun " . 169 " O ay my wife she dang me " . 66 Oh , wert thou in the cauld blast " .... L. Mr. T. to BURNS , 1794. Melancholy comparison between ...
... lass " 165 " It was a ' for our rightfu ' king " ...... 167 " O steer her up and haud her gaun " . 169 " O ay my wife she dang me " . 66 Oh , wert thou in the cauld blast " .... L. Mr. T. to BURNS , 1794. Melancholy comparison between ...
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... lass " 247 250 " O wha will to St. Stephen's house " 252 " Here's a health to them that's awa " 255 LXIX . BURNS to Mr. T. ( 1795 ) , with " For a ' that an ' a ' that , " and " Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie - burn " . LXX . Mr. T. to ...
... lass " 247 250 " O wha will to St. Stephen's house " 252 " Here's a health to them that's awa " 255 LXIX . BURNS to Mr. T. ( 1795 ) , with " For a ' that an ' a ' that , " and " Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie - burn " . LXX . Mr. T. to ...
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... lass " . .... ......... 314 315 " O Mally's meek , Mally's sweet " 316 LXXXIV . Mr. T. to BURNS ( 1796 ) , after an awful pause ........ LXXXV . BURNS to Mr. T. Thanks for P. Pin- dar , & c . " Hey for a lass wi ' a tocher " . 318 320 ...
... lass " . .... ......... 314 315 " O Mally's meek , Mally's sweet " 316 LXXXIV . Mr. T. to BURNS ( 1796 ) , after an awful pause ........ LXXXV . BURNS to Mr. T. Thanks for P. Pin- dar , & c . " Hey for a lass wi ' a tocher " . 318 320 ...
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