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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... bosom frien ' ; When kindly you mind me , O then befriend my Jean ! When bursting anguish tears my heart , From thee , my Jeany , must I part ? Thou weeping answ'rest ' no ! ' Alas ! misfortune stares my face , And points to ruin and ...
... bosom frien ' ; When kindly you mind me , O then befriend my Jean ! When bursting anguish tears my heart , From thee , my Jeany , must I part ? Thou weeping answ'rest ' no ! ' Alas ! misfortune stares my face , And points to ruin and ...
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... and gane , And scarce a stinted birk is left To shiver in the blast its lane . ' ' Alas ! ' said I , ' what ruefu ' chance Has twined ye o ' your stately trees ? Has laid your rocky bosom bare Has stripped the cleeding 14 The Poems.
... and gane , And scarce a stinted birk is left To shiver in the blast its lane . ' ' Alas ! ' said I , ' what ruefu ' chance Has twined ye o ' your stately trees ? Has laid your rocky bosom bare Has stripped the cleeding 14 The Poems.
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... bosom bare Has stripped the cleeding o ' your braes ? Was it the bitter eastern blast , That scatters blight in early spring ? Or was't the wil'fire scorched their boughs , Or canker - worm wi ' secret sting ? ' ' Nae eastlin blast ...
... bosom bare Has stripped the cleeding o ' your braes ? Was it the bitter eastern blast , That scatters blight in early spring ? Or was't the wil'fire scorched their boughs , Or canker - worm wi ' secret sting ? ' ' Nae eastlin blast ...
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... bosom , Inspires my muse to gie ' m his dues , For de'il a hair I roose him . May powers aboon unite you soon , And fructify your amours , — And every year come in mair dear To you and Willie Chalmers . TO JOHN TAYLOR . WITH Pegasus ...
... bosom , Inspires my muse to gie ' m his dues , For de'il a hair I roose him . May powers aboon unite you soon , And fructify your amours , — And every year come in mair dear To you and Willie Chalmers . TO JOHN TAYLOR . WITH Pegasus ...
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... bosom ; ' Here , in this hand , does mankind stand , ' And there , is Beauty's blossom ! The Hero of these artless strains , A lowly Bard was he , Who sung his rhymes in Coila's plains With meikle mirth an ' glee ; Kind Nature's care ...
... bosom ; ' Here , in this hand , does mankind stand , ' And there , is Beauty's blossom ! The Hero of these artless strains , A lowly Bard was he , Who sung his rhymes in Coila's plains With meikle mirth an ' glee ; Kind Nature's care ...
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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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