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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... mind me , O then befriend my Jean ! When bursting anguish tears my heart , From thee , my Jeany , must I part ? Thou weeping answ'rest ' no ! ' Alas ! misfortune stares my face , And points to ruin and disgrace , I for thy sake must go ...
... mind me , O then befriend my Jean ! When bursting anguish tears my heart , From thee , my Jeany , must I part ? Thou weeping answ'rest ' no ! ' Alas ! misfortune stares my face , And points to ruin and disgrace , I for thy sake must go ...
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... mind The dear , the beauteous donor : Though sweetly female every part , Yet such a head , and more the heart , Does both the sexes honour . She showed her tastes refined and just When she selected thee , Yet deviating own I must , For ...
... mind The dear , the beauteous donor : Though sweetly female every part , Yet such a head , and more the heart , Does both the sexes honour . She showed her tastes refined and just When she selected thee , Yet deviating own I must , For ...
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... mind with anguish , Beyond comparison the worst are those That to our folly or our guilt we owe . In every other circumstance , the mind Has this to say- ' It was no deed of mine ; ' But when to all the evil of misfortune This sting is ...
... mind with anguish , Beyond comparison the worst are those That to our folly or our guilt we owe . In every other circumstance , the mind Has this to say- ' It was no deed of mine ; ' But when to all the evil of misfortune This sting is ...
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... mind.- ' I BURN , I BURN ? ' I BURN , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn , By driving winds the crackling flames are borne , ' Now maddening , wild , I curse that fatal night ; Now bless the hour which charm'd my guilty sight . In ...
... mind.- ' I BURN , I BURN ? ' I BURN , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn , By driving winds the crackling flames are borne , ' Now maddening , wild , I curse that fatal night ; Now bless the hour which charm'd my guilty sight . In ...
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... mind , or mend the heart , Is known ; as grateful nations oft have found , Far as the rude barbarian marks the bound . Philosophy , no idle , pedant dream , Here holds her search , by heaven - taught Reason's beam ; Here History paints ...
... mind , or mend the heart , Is known ; as grateful nations oft have found , Far as the rude barbarian marks the bound . Philosophy , no idle , pedant dream , Here holds her search , by heaven - taught Reason's beam ; Here History paints ...
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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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Página 135 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither, And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
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Página 130 - And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Página 204 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will...