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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... light . My heart - warm love to guid auld Glen , The ace an ' wale of honest men : When bending down wi ' auld grey hairs , Beneath the load of years and cares , May He who made him still support him , An ' views beyond the grave ...
... light . My heart - warm love to guid auld Glen , The ace an ' wale of honest men : When bending down wi ' auld grey hairs , Beneath the load of years and cares , May He who made him still support him , An ' views beyond the grave ...
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... light - arm'd corps , Tropes , metaphors and figures pour , Like Hecla streaming thunder : Glenriddel , skill'd in rusty coins , Blew up each Tory's dark designs , And bared the treason under . In either wing two champions fought ...
... light - arm'd corps , Tropes , metaphors and figures pour , Like Hecla streaming thunder : Glenriddel , skill'd in rusty coins , Blew up each Tory's dark designs , And bared the treason under . In either wing two champions fought ...
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... light , be't dark , Sir Bard will do himself the pleasure To call at Park . Mossgiel , 30th October , 1786 . ROBERT BURNS . EPITAPH ON THE POET'S DAUGHTER . HERE lies a rose , a budding rose , Blasted before its bloom ; Whose innocence ...
... light , be't dark , Sir Bard will do himself the pleasure To call at Park . Mossgiel , 30th October , 1786 . ROBERT BURNS . EPITAPH ON THE POET'S DAUGHTER . HERE lies a rose , a budding rose , Blasted before its bloom ; Whose innocence ...
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... light o ' day ! Far less to riches , pow'r , or freedom , But what your lordship likes to gie them ? But hear , my lord ! Glengarry , hear ! Your hand's owre light on them , I fear ; Your factors , grieves , trustees , and bailies , I ...
... light o ' day ! Far less to riches , pow'r , or freedom , But what your lordship likes to gie them ? But hear , my lord ! Glengarry , hear ! Your hand's owre light on them , I fear ; Your factors , grieves , trustees , and bailies , I ...
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... all on high adoring mortals know ! By all the conscious villain fears below ! By your dear self ! -the last great oath I swear ; Nor life nor soul were ever half so dear ! EPIGRAM ON A NOTED COXCOMB . LIGHT lay the earth of Burns . 41.
... all on high adoring mortals know ! By all the conscious villain fears below ! By your dear self ! -the last great oath I swear ; Nor life nor soul were ever half so dear ! EPIGRAM ON A NOTED COXCOMB . LIGHT lay the earth of Burns . 41.
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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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