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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... Poor gapin ' glowrin ' Superstition , Waes me ! she's in a sad condition ; Fy , bring Black - Jock , her state physician , To see her water ; Alas ! there's ground o ' great suspicion She'll ne'er get better . Auld Orthodoxy lang did ...
... Poor gapin ' glowrin ' Superstition , Waes me ! she's in a sad condition ; Fy , bring Black - Jock , her state physician , To see her water ; Alas ! there's ground o ' great suspicion She'll ne'er get better . Auld Orthodoxy lang did ...
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... poor Simson a ' ye can , Ye'll fin ' him just an honest man ; Sae I conclude and quat my chanter , Your's , saint or sinner , ROB THE RANTER . EPISTLE FROM ESOPUS TO MARIA . FROM those drear solitudes and frowzy cells , Where infamy ...
... poor Simson a ' ye can , Ye'll fin ' him just an honest man ; Sae I conclude and quat my chanter , Your's , saint or sinner , ROB THE RANTER . EPISTLE FROM ESOPUS TO MARIA . FROM those drear solitudes and frowzy cells , Where infamy ...
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... Poor silly wretch , he's damn'd himsel ' To save the Lord the trouble . A FAREWELL . FAREWELL , dear Friend ! may guid luck hit you , And , mang her favourites admit you ! If e'er Detraction shore to smit you , May nane believe him ...
... Poor silly wretch , he's damn'd himsel ' To save the Lord the trouble . A FAREWELL . FAREWELL , dear Friend ! may guid luck hit you , And , mang her favourites admit you ! If e'er Detraction shore to smit you , May nane believe him ...
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... growl a curse of woe ; And Melville melt in wailing ! How Fox and Sheridan rejoice ! And Burke shall sing , ' O Prince , arise , Thy power is all - prevailing ! ' For your poor friend , the Bard , afar He 12 The Poems.
... growl a curse of woe ; And Melville melt in wailing ! How Fox and Sheridan rejoice ! And Burke shall sing , ' O Prince , arise , Thy power is all - prevailing ! ' For your poor friend , the Bard , afar He 12 The Poems.
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... poor friend , the Bard , afar He only hears and sees the war , A cool spectator purely ! So , when the storm the forest rends , The robin in the hedge descends , And sober chirps securely . STANZAS ON THE DUKE OF QUEENSBERRY . How shall ...
... poor friend , the Bard , afar He only hears and sees the war , A cool spectator purely ! So , when the storm the forest rends , The robin in the hedge descends , And sober chirps securely . STANZAS ON THE DUKE OF QUEENSBERRY . How shall ...
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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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