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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... , in Scottish senate bred , Who owns a Bushby's heart without the head , Comes ' mid a string of coxcombs to display , That veni , vidi , vici , is his way ; The shrinking bard adown an alley skulks , And dreads of Burns . 5.
... , in Scottish senate bred , Who owns a Bushby's heart without the head , Comes ' mid a string of coxcombs to display , That veni , vidi , vici , is his way ; The shrinking bard adown an alley skulks , And dreads of Burns . 5.
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... ' his heart is rank poison , ' Another replies . ON HIMSELF . HERE comes Burns On Rosinante ; She's d- poor , But he's d- canty ! GRACE BEFORE MEAT . LORD , when hunger pinches sore of Burns . 71 EPITAPH ON WALTER S——. ...
... ' his heart is rank poison , ' Another replies . ON HIMSELF . HERE comes Burns On Rosinante ; She's d- poor , But he's d- canty ! GRACE BEFORE MEAT . LORD , when hunger pinches sore of Burns . 71 EPITAPH ON WALTER S——. ...
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... come speed , The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead . The day comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane , like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my ...
... come speed , The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead . The day comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane , like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my ...
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... comes let doctors tell , Ha , ha , & c . Meg grew sick — as he grew well , Ha , ha , & c . Something in her bosom wrings , For relief a sigh she brings ; And O , her een , they spak sic things ! Ha , ha , & c . Duncan was a lad o ...
... comes let doctors tell , Ha , ha , & c . Meg grew sick — as he grew well , Ha , ha , & c . Something in her bosom wrings , For relief a sigh she brings ; And O , her een , they spak sic things ! Ha , ha , & c . Duncan was a lad o ...
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... Come ease , or come travail ; come pleasure or pain , My warst word is ' Welcome , and welcome again ! ' ― MY NANNIES AWA . tune — ' there'll never be PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES HAME . ' Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays , And ...
... Come ease , or come travail ; come pleasure or pain , My warst word is ' Welcome , and welcome again ! ' ― MY NANNIES AWA . tune — ' there'll never be PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES HAME . ' Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays , And ...
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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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