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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... , Nay , more , that very love their cause of ruin ! O burning hell ! in all thy store of torments , There's not a keener lash ! Lives there a man so firm , who , while his heart Feels all the bitter horrors of his crime , Can of Burns . 39.
... , Nay , more , that very love their cause of ruin ! O burning hell ! in all thy store of torments , There's not a keener lash ! Lives there a man so firm , who , while his heart Feels all the bitter horrors of his crime , Can of Burns . 39.
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... live , Equal to judge — you're candid to forgive . No hundred - headed Riot here we meet , With decency and law beneath his feet , Nor Insolence assumes fair Freedom's name ; Like Caledonians , you applaud or blame . O Thou , dread ...
... live , Equal to judge — you're candid to forgive . No hundred - headed Riot here we meet , With decency and law beneath his feet , Nor Insolence assumes fair Freedom's name ; Like Caledonians , you applaud or blame . O Thou , dread ...
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... live and move , Who mad'st the sea and shore ; Thy goodness constantly we prove , And grateful would adore . And if it please thee , pow'r above , Still grant us with such store ; The friend we trust , the fair we love , And we desire ...
... live and move , Who mad'st the sea and shore ; Thy goodness constantly we prove , And grateful would adore . And if it please thee , pow'r above , Still grant us with such store ; The friend we trust , the fair we love , And we desire ...
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... n , that I may live To see the miscreants feel the pains they give ; Deal Freedom's sacred treasures free as air , Till slave and despot be but things which were . THE HENPECK'D HUSBAND . CURS'D be the man , the of Burns . 55.
... n , that I may live To see the miscreants feel the pains they give ; Deal Freedom's sacred treasures free as air , Till slave and despot be but things which were . THE HENPECK'D HUSBAND . CURS'D be the man , the of Burns . 55.
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... live : I ask no kindness at thy hand , For thou hast none to give . VERSES TO J. RANKINE . AE day , as Death , that grusome carl , Was driving to the tither warl ' A mixtie - maxtie motley squad , And monie a guilt - bespotted lad ...
... live : I ask no kindness at thy hand , For thou hast none to give . VERSES TO J. RANKINE . AE day , as Death , that grusome carl , Was driving to the tither warl ' A mixtie - maxtie motley squad , And monie a guilt - bespotted lad ...
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