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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... still remember you ! All - hail then , the gale then , Wafts me from thee , dear shore ! It rustles , and whistles , I'll never see thee more ! EPISTLE TO ROBERT GRAHAM , ESQ . OF FINTRAY ON 8 The Poems THE FAREWELL. ...
... still remember you ! All - hail then , the gale then , Wafts me from thee , dear shore ! It rustles , and whistles , I'll never see thee more ! EPISTLE TO ROBERT GRAHAM , ESQ . OF FINTRAY ON 8 The Poems THE FAREWELL. ...
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... never heed , But take it like the unback'd filly , Proud o ' her speed . When idly goavan whyles we saunter , Yirr , fancy barks , awa ' we canter Uphill , down brae , till some mishanter , Some black bog - hole , Arrests us , then the ...
... never heed , But take it like the unback'd filly , Proud o ' her speed . When idly goavan whyles we saunter , Yirr , fancy barks , awa ' we canter Uphill , down brae , till some mishanter , Some black bog - hole , Arrests us , then the ...
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... never think o ' right an ' wrang By square an ' rule , But as the clegs o ' feeling stang Are wise or fool . My hand - waled curse keep hard in chase The harpy , hoodock , purse - proud race , Wha count on poortith as disgrace- Their ...
... never think o ' right an ' wrang By square an ' rule , But as the clegs o ' feeling stang Are wise or fool . My hand - waled curse keep hard in chase The harpy , hoodock , purse - proud race , Wha count on poortith as disgrace- Their ...
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... never stumbled , And late or early never grumbled ? - O , had I power like inclination , I'd heeze thee up a constellation , To canter with the Sagitarre , Or loup the ecliptic like a bar ; Or turn the pole like any arrow ; Or , 20 The ...
... never stumbled , And late or early never grumbled ? - O , had I power like inclination , I'd heeze thee up a constellation , To canter with the Sagitarre , Or loup the ecliptic like a bar ; Or turn the pole like any arrow ; Or , 20 The ...
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... never grace The Heliconian stream ; Then take what gold could never buy- An honest Bard's esteem . ON THE DEATH OF A LAP - DOG NAMED ECHO . IN wood and wild , ye warbling throng , Your heavy loss deplore ; Now half - extinct your powers ...
... never grace The Heliconian stream ; Then take what gold could never buy- An honest Bard's esteem . ON THE DEATH OF A LAP - DOG NAMED ECHO . IN wood and wild , ye warbling throng , Your heavy loss deplore ; Now half - extinct your powers ...
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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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