The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Том 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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... song , Who , noteless , steals the crowds among , That weekly this area throng , O , pass not by ! But , with a frater - feeling strong , Here , heave a sigh . Is there a man whose judgment clear , Can others teach the course to steer ...
... song , Who , noteless , steals the crowds among , That weekly this area throng , O , pass not by ! But , with a frater - feeling strong , Here , heave a sigh . Is there a man whose judgment clear , Can others teach the course to steer ...
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... SONG OF DEATH . A GAELIC AIR . Scene . - A field of battle . Time of the day - Evening . The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the song . FAREWELL , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye skies , Now ...
... SONG OF DEATH . A GAELIC AIR . Scene . - A field of battle . Time of the day - Evening . The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the song . FAREWELL , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye skies , Now ...
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... song her cares beguile : But I wi ' my sweet nurslings here , Nae mate to help , nae mate to cheer , Pass widow'd nights and joyless days , While Willie's far frae Logan Braes . O wae upon you , men o ' state , That brethren rouse to ...
... song her cares beguile : But I wi ' my sweet nurslings here , Nae mate to help , nae mate to cheer , Pass widow'd nights and joyless days , While Willie's far frae Logan Braes . O wae upon you , men o ' state , That brethren rouse to ...
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... song Glad did I share ; While yon wild flowers among , Chance led me there : Sweet to the opening day , Rosebuds bent the dewy spray ; Such thy bloom ! did I say , Phillis the fair . Down in a shady walk , Doves cooing were , I mark'd ...
... song Glad did I share ; While yon wild flowers among , Chance led me there : Sweet to the opening day , Rosebuds bent the dewy spray ; Such thy bloom ! did I say , Phillis the fair . Down in a shady walk , Doves cooing were , I mark'd ...
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... SONG . TUNE THE QUAKER'S WIFE . ' THINE am I , my faithful fair , Thine , my lovely Nancy ; Ev'ry pulse along my veins , Ev'ry roving fancy . To thy bosom lay my heart , There to throb and languish : Tho ' despair had wrung its core ...
... SONG . TUNE THE QUAKER'S WIFE . ' THINE am I , my faithful fair , Thine , my lovely Nancy ; Ev'ry pulse along my veins , Ev'ry roving fancy . To thy bosom lay my heart , There to throb and languish : Tho ' despair had wrung its core ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flower frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar sang simmer sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme troggin TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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Страница 204 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will...