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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... , Says the more ' tis a truth , sir , the more ' tis a libel ? THE REPLY . LIKE Esop's lion , Burns says , sore I feel All others scorn - but damn that ass's heel . EPISTLE TO HUGH PARKER . IN this strange land , C 2 of Burns . 19 LINES ...
... , Says the more ' tis a truth , sir , the more ' tis a libel ? THE REPLY . LIKE Esop's lion , Burns says , sore I feel All others scorn - but damn that ass's heel . EPISTLE TO HUGH PARKER . IN this strange land , C 2 of Burns . 19 LINES ...
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... land , this uncouth clime , A land unknown to prose or rhyme ; Where words ne'er crost the Muse's heckles , Nor limpit in poetic shackles ; A land that prose did never view it , Except when drunk he stacher't through it ; Here , ambush ...
... land , this uncouth clime , A land unknown to prose or rhyme ; Where words ne'er crost the Muse's heckles , Nor limpit in poetic shackles ; A land that prose did never view it , Except when drunk he stacher't through it ; Here , ambush ...
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... been stretch'd to shield the honour'd land , Strong may she glow with all her ancient fire ; May every son be worthy of his sire ; Firm may she rise with generous disdain At Tyranny's , or direr Pleasure's chain ; Still self 44 The Poems.
... been stretch'd to shield the honour'd land , Strong may she glow with all her ancient fire ; May every son be worthy of his sire ; Firm may she rise with generous disdain At Tyranny's , or direr Pleasure's chain ; Still self 44 The Poems.
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... large and long , With multiplying joys . Long may she stand to prop the land , The flow'r of ancient nations ; And Burns's spring , her fame to sing , To endless generations ! THE CATS LIKE KITCHEN . THE cats like kitchen ; 46 The Poems.
... large and long , With multiplying joys . Long may she stand to prop the land , The flow'r of ancient nations ; And Burns's spring , her fame to sing , To endless generations ! THE CATS LIKE KITCHEN . THE cats like kitchen ; 46 The Poems.
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... ; Gae back the gate ye cam ' again , Ye'se never scorn me . I feed a man at Martinmas , Wi ' arle pennies three ; An ' a ' the faut I fan ' wi ' him , He couldna labour lea . The stibble rig is easy plough'd , The fallow land 50 The Poems.
... ; Gae back the gate ye cam ' again , Ye'se never scorn me . I feed a man at Martinmas , Wi ' arle pennies three ; An ' a ' the faut I fan ' wi ' him , He couldna labour lea . The stibble rig is easy plough'd , The fallow land 50 The Poems.
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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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