The poetical works of Robert BurnsJ. B. Lippincott, 1814 - 604 страница |
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... beneath your wing , Is e'en right reft an ' clouted , And now the third part of the string , An ' less , will gang about it Than did ae day . Far be't frae me that I aspire To blame your legislation , Or say , ye wisdom want , or fire ...
... beneath your wing , Is e'en right reft an ' clouted , And now the third part of the string , An ' less , will gang about it Than did ae day . Far be't frae me that I aspire To blame your legislation , Or say , ye wisdom want , or fire ...
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Robert Burns. Adieu , my Liege ! may Freedom geck Beneath your high protection ; An ' may he rax corruption's neck , And gie her for dissection ! But since I'm here , I'll no neglect , In loyal true affection , To pay your Queen , with ...
Robert Burns. Adieu , my Liege ! may Freedom geck Beneath your high protection ; An ' may he rax corruption's neck , And gie her for dissection ! But since I'm here , I'll no neglect , In loyal true affection , To pay your Queen , with ...
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... Beneath old Scotia's smiling eye ; Who call'd on Fame , low standing by , To hand him on , Where many a patriot's name on high And hero shone . DUAN SECOND . With musing - deep astonish'd stare , I view'd the heav'nly - seeming Fair ; A ...
... Beneath old Scotia's smiling eye ; Who call'd on Fame , low standing by , To hand him on , Where many a patriot's name on high And hero shone . DUAN SECOND . With musing - deep astonish'd stare , I view'd the heav'nly - seeming Fair ; A ...
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... beneath his high command , Harmoniously , As arts or arms they understand , Their labours ply . They Scovia's race among them share ; Some fire the soldier on to dare ; Some rouse the patriot up to bare Corruption's heart : Some teach ...
... beneath his high command , Harmoniously , As arts or arms they understand , Their labours ply . They Scovia's race among them share ; Some fire the soldier on to dare ; Some rouse the patriot up to bare Corruption's heart : Some teach ...
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... , with Gray , the moving flow Warm on the heart . ' Yet all beneath th ' unrivall'd rose , The lowly daisy sweetly blows ; Tho ' large the forest's monarch throws His army shade , Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows 60 SCOTISH POEMS .
... , with Gray , the moving flow Warm on the heart . ' Yet all beneath th ' unrivall'd rose , The lowly daisy sweetly blows ; Tho ' large the forest's monarch throws His army shade , Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows 60 SCOTISH POEMS .
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ae night amang auld baith bard Birks of Aberfeldy blast blate blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses braes braw Brig brunstane Burns cauld charms dear deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flow'rs frae gies glen grace gude guid hame heart Heav'n honest honour ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn lasses lassie leuk Lord Lord Gregory maun mony morning mourn muckle Muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er never o'er owre pleasure plough poet poor pow'r pray'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS ROBERT FERGUSSON Robin Gray round Samson's dead Scotish Scotland sing skelpin song sugh sweet Syne ta'en tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild Willie wind wooing o't ye'll ye're
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