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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... spring ? Or was't the wil'fire scorched their boughs , Or canker - worm wi ' secret sting ? ' ' Nae eastlin blast , ' the sprite replied ; ' It blew na here sae fierce and fell , And on my dry and halesome banks Nae canker - worms get ...
... spring ? Or was't the wil'fire scorched their boughs , Or canker - worm wi ' secret sting ? ' ' Nae eastlin blast , ' the sprite replied ; ' It blew na here sae fierce and fell , And on my dry and halesome banks Nae canker - worms get ...
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... spring , Was Irvine's bairns are bonie a ' . ORTHODOX , ORTHODOX . A SECOND VERSION OF THE KIRK'S ALARM . ORTHODOX , orthodox , Who believe in John Knox , Let me sound an alarm to your conscience --- There's an heretic blast , Has been ...
... spring , Was Irvine's bairns are bonie a ' . ORTHODOX , ORTHODOX . A SECOND VERSION OF THE KIRK'S ALARM . ORTHODOX , orthodox , Who believe in John Knox , Let me sound an alarm to your conscience --- There's an heretic blast , Has been ...
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... long , With multiplying joys . Long may she stand to prop the land , The flow'r of ancient nations ; And Burns's spring , her fame to sing , To endless generations ! THE CATS LIKE KITCHEN . THE cats like kitchen ; 46 The Poems.
... long , With multiplying joys . Long may she stand to prop the land , The flow'r of ancient nations ; And Burns's spring , her fame to sing , To endless generations ! THE CATS LIKE KITCHEN . THE cats like kitchen ; 46 The Poems.
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... d our cousin Kate a spring , When fient a body bade him . And ay the mair he hotch'd an ' blew , The mair that she forbade him . THE black - headed eagle As keen as a beagle E 2 of Burns . 51 The stibble rig is easy plough'd, ...
... d our cousin Kate a spring , When fient a body bade him . And ay the mair he hotch'd an ' blew , The mair that she forbade him . THE black - headed eagle As keen as a beagle E 2 of Burns . 51 The stibble rig is easy plough'd, ...
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... spring , Forth I did fare : Gay the sun's golden eye Peep'd o'er the mountains high ; Such thy morn ! did I cry , Phillis the fair . In each bird's careless song Glad did I share ; While yon wild flowers among , Chance led me there ...
... spring , Forth I did fare : Gay the sun's golden eye Peep'd o'er the mountains high ; Such thy morn ! did I cry , Phillis the fair . In each bird's careless song Glad did I share ; While yon wild flowers among , Chance led me there ...
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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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