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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... hears and sees the war , A cool spectator purely ! So , when the storm the forest rends , The robin in the hedge descends , And sober chirps securely . STANZAS ON THE DUKE OF QUEENSBERRY . How shall I sing Drumlanrig's Grace , Discarded ...
... hears and sees the war , A cool spectator purely ! So , when the storm the forest rends , The robin in the hedge descends , And sober chirps securely . STANZAS ON THE DUKE OF QUEENSBERRY . How shall I sing Drumlanrig's Grace , Discarded ...
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... hear a wheel thrum i ' the neuk , I hear it - for in vain I leuk.— The red peat gleams , a fiery kernel , Enhusked by a fog infernal : Here , for my wonted rhyming raptures , I sit and count my sins by chapters ; For life and spunk like ...
... hear a wheel thrum i ' the neuk , I hear it - for in vain I leuk.— The red peat gleams , a fiery kernel , Enhusked by a fog infernal : Here , for my wonted rhyming raptures , I sit and count my sins by chapters ; For life and spunk like ...
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... hear , my lord ! Glengarry , hear ! Your hand's owre light on them , I fear ; Your factors , grieves , trustees , and bailies , I canna ' say but they do gaylies ; They lay aside a ' tender mercies , An ' tirl the hallions to the birses ...
... hear , my lord ! Glengarry , hear ! Your hand's owre light on them , I fear ; Your factors , grieves , trustees , and bailies , I canna ' say but they do gaylies ; They lay aside a ' tender mercies , An ' tirl the hallions to the birses ...
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... hear that ? I MET a lass , a bonie lass , Coming o'er the braes o ' Couper , Bare her leg and bright her een , And handsome ilka bit about her . Weel I wat she was a quean Wad made a body's mouth to water ; Our Mess John , wi ' his ...
... hear that ? I MET a lass , a bonie lass , Coming o'er the braes o ' Couper , Bare her leg and bright her een , And handsome ilka bit about her . Weel I wat she was a quean Wad made a body's mouth to water ; Our Mess John , wi ' his ...
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... may be nae surprise . But when we tirl'd at your door , warks Your porter dought na hear us ; Sae may , shou'd we to hell's yetts come , Your billy Satan sair us ! LINES ON BEING ASKED WHY GOD HAD MADE MISS DAVIES of Burns . 57 ANOTHER. ...
... may be nae surprise . But when we tirl'd at your door , warks Your porter dought na hear us ; Sae may , shou'd we to hell's yetts come , Your billy Satan sair us ! LINES ON BEING ASKED WHY GOD HAD MADE MISS DAVIES of Burns . 57 ANOTHER. ...
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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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