The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 3W. Pickering, 1839 - 319 страница |
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... thought ungentle canna be The thought o ' Mary Morison . THE SOGER'S RETURN . + TUNE - THE MILL MILL O. ' WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn , And gentle peace returning , Wi ' mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow ...
... thought ungentle canna be The thought o ' Mary Morison . THE SOGER'S RETURN . + TUNE - THE MILL MILL O. ' WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn , And gentle peace returning , Wi ' mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow ...
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... thought upon the banks o ' Coil , I thought upon my Nancy , I thought upon ' the witching smile That caught my youthful fancy . At length I reach'd the bonie glen , Where early life I sported ; I pass'd the mill , and trysting thorn ...
... thought upon the banks o ' Coil , I thought upon my Nancy , I thought upon ' the witching smile That caught my youthful fancy . At length I reach'd the bonie glen , Where early life I sported ; I pass'd the mill , and trysting thorn ...
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... thought , And by a Mauchline lady . * These verses occur among the Poet's Memoranda , in August , 1785. The " Mauchline lady " was , says Allan Cunningham , Jean Armour ; and he relates the manner in which Burns first attracted her ...
... thought , And by a Mauchline lady . * These verses occur among the Poet's Memoranda , in August , 1785. The " Mauchline lady " was , says Allan Cunningham , Jean Armour ; and he relates the manner in which Burns first attracted her ...
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... thoughts so as to write to you on the subject . I will not attempt to describe what I felt on receiving your letter . I read it over and over , again and again ; and though it was in the politest language of refusal , still it was pe ...
... thoughts so as to write to you on the subject . I will not attempt to describe what I felt on receiving your letter . I read it over and over , again and again ; and though it was in the politest language of refusal , still it was pe ...
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... thought we ' twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore , O'erhung with wild woods , thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch , and hawthorn hoar , Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene . VAR . 1 can . awful , dark termination ...
... thought we ' twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore , O'erhung with wild woods , thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch , and hawthorn hoar , Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene . VAR . 1 can . awful , dark termination ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Allan Cunningham says amang auld lang syne ballad Balmaghie blate body kiss Bonie bonnie lass bonnie Mary braes Burns says Buy braw troggin Charlie charms CHORUS Claut Collection in 1801 copy Cromek's Reliques dear dearie Deil dimin e'en e'er EPITAPH fair Farewell flower frae Galla Water Glasgow Glasgow Collection glen grows bonnie wi gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie ilka Jamie Kenmure's Kilmarnock kiss laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mally's Mauchline maun monie Musical Museum nane ne'er Netherplace never night o'er Och-on owre Peggy printed in Cromek's rhyme Robin rue grows bonnie sing song occurs sparklin sweet tear tell thee Thomson thro thyme TUNE twa sparkling rogueish unco verses weary weel Whigs wife Willie win my love winna wither'd ye'll ye're young
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