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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... she's got an unco ' ripple ; Haste , gie her name up i ' the chapel , Nigh unto death ; See how she fetches at the thrapple , An ' gasps for breath . B Enthusiasm's past redemption , Gaen in a galloping consumption , 2 . POEMS. ...
... she's got an unco ' ripple ; Haste , gie her name up i ' the chapel , Nigh unto death ; See how she fetches at the thrapple , An ' gasps for breath . B Enthusiasm's past redemption , Gaen in a galloping consumption , 2 . POEMS. ...
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... Death soon will end her . ' Tis you and Taylor are the chief , Wha are to blame for this mischief ; But gin the Lord's ain focks gat leave , A toom tar - barrel An ' twa red peats wad send relief , An ' end the quarrel . LETTER TO JAMES ...
... Death soon will end her . ' Tis you and Taylor are the chief , Wha are to blame for this mischief ; But gin the Lord's ain focks gat leave , A toom tar - barrel An ' twa red peats wad send relief , An ' end the quarrel . LETTER TO JAMES ...
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... Death's deep night , Departed Whigs enjoy the fight , And think on former daring : The muffled murtherer of Charles The Magna Charta flag unfurls , All deadly gules it's bearing . Nor wanting ghosts of Tory fame , Bold Scrimgeour ...
... Death's deep night , Departed Whigs enjoy the fight , And think on former daring : The muffled murtherer of Charles The Magna Charta flag unfurls , All deadly gules it's bearing . Nor wanting ghosts of Tory fame , Bold Scrimgeour ...
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... death and hell engulf thy foes , Thou liv'st on high for ever ! ) Still o'er the field the combat burns , The Tories , Whigs , give way by turns ; But Fate the word has spoken For woman's wit and strength o ' man , Alas ! can do but ...
... death and hell engulf thy foes , Thou liv'st on high for ever ! ) Still o'er the field the combat burns , The Tories , Whigs , give way by turns ; But Fate the word has spoken For woman's wit and strength o ' man , Alas ! can do but ...
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... DEATH OF ROBERT DUNDAS , ESQ . OF ARNISTON , LATE LORD PRESIDENT OF THE COURT OF SESSION . LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks ; Down from the rivulets , red with dashing rains ...
... DEATH OF ROBERT DUNDAS , ESQ . OF ARNISTON , LATE LORD PRESIDENT OF THE COURT OF SESSION . LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks ; Down from the rivulets , red with dashing rains ...
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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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