The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Volume 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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... . Peg Nicholson was a gude bay mare , An ' the priest he rode her sair ; An ' meikle oppress'd an ' bruised she was , As priest - rid cattle are . ON SEEING MISS FONTENELLE . IN A FAVOURITE CHARACTER . 32 122 The Poems.
... . Peg Nicholson was a gude bay mare , An ' the priest he rode her sair ; An ' meikle oppress'd an ' bruised she was , As priest - rid cattle are . ON SEEING MISS FONTENELLE . IN A FAVOURITE CHARACTER . 32 122 The Poems.
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... MISS FONTENELLE . IN A FAVOURITE CHARACTER . SWEET naïveté of feature , Simple , wild , enchanting elf , Not to thee , but thanks to Nature , Thou art acting but thyself . Wert thou awkward , stiff , affected , Spurning nature ...
... MISS FONTENELLE . IN A FAVOURITE CHARACTER . SWEET naïveté of feature , Simple , wild , enchanting elf , Not to thee , but thanks to Nature , Thou art acting but thyself . Wert thou awkward , stiff , affected , Spurning nature ...
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... MISS JESSY LEWARS . SAY , Sages , what's the charm on earth Can turn Death's dart aside ? It is not purity and worth , Else Jessy had not died . THE RECOVERY OF JESSY LEWARS . BUT rarely seen since Nature's birth , The natives of the ...
... MISS JESSY LEWARS . SAY , Sages , what's the charm on earth Can turn Death's dart aside ? It is not purity and worth , Else Jessy had not died . THE RECOVERY OF JESSY LEWARS . BUT rarely seen since Nature's birth , The natives of the ...
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... MISS HANNAH MORE'S WORKS , WHICH SHE HAD GIVEN HIM . THOU flattering mark of friendship kind , Still may thy pages call to mind The dear , the beauteous donor : Though sweetly female every part , Yet such a head , and more the heart ...
... MISS HANNAH MORE'S WORKS , WHICH SHE HAD GIVEN HIM . THOU flattering mark of friendship kind , Still may thy pages call to mind The dear , the beauteous donor : Though sweetly female every part , Yet such a head , and more the heart ...
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... MISS JESSY STAIG'S RECOVERY . MAXWELL , if merit here you crave , That merit I deny : You save fair Jessy from the grave ! An Angel could not die . FRAGMENT . Now health forsakes that angel face , Nae mair my Dearie smiles ; Pale ...
... MISS JESSY STAIG'S RECOVERY . MAXWELL , if merit here you crave , That merit I deny : You save fair Jessy from the grave ! An Angel could not die . FRAGMENT . Now health forsakes that angel face , Nae mair my Dearie smiles ; Pale ...
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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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