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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... streaming thunder : Glenriddel , skill'd in rusty coins , Blew up each Tory's dark designs , And bared the treason under . In either wing two champions fought , Redoubted Staig , who set at nought The wildest savage Tory : And Welsh ...
... streaming thunder : Glenriddel , skill'd in rusty coins , Blew up each Tory's dark designs , And bared the treason under . In either wing two champions fought , Redoubted Staig , who set at nought The wildest savage Tory : And Welsh ...
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... stream . Dark , like the frowning rock , his brow , And troubled , like his wintry wave , And deep , as sughs the boding wind Amang his eaves , the sigh he gave- ' And came ye here , my son , ' he cried , ' To wander in my birken shade ...
... stream . Dark , like the frowning rock , his brow , And troubled , like his wintry wave , And deep , as sughs the boding wind Amang his eaves , the sigh he gave- ' And came ye here , my son , ' he cried , ' To wander in my birken shade ...
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... 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 of song , Sweet Echo is no ...
... 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 of song , Sweet Echo is no ...
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... He gaed wi ' Jeanie to the tryste , He danc'd wi ' Jeanie on the down ; And lang ere witless Jeanie wist , Her heart was tint , her peace was stown . As in the bosom o ' the stream The moon 90 The Songs THERE WAS A LASS. ...
... He gaed wi ' Jeanie to the tryste , He danc'd wi ' Jeanie on the down ; And lang ere witless Jeanie wist , Her heart was tint , her peace was stown . As in the bosom o ' the stream The moon 90 The Songs THERE WAS A LASS. ...
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... stream The moon - beam dwells at dewy e'en ; So trembling , pure , was tender love , Within the breast o ' bonie Jean . And now she works her mammie's wark , And aye she sighs wi ' care and pain ; Yet wistna what her ail might be , Or ...
... stream The moon - beam dwells at dewy e'en ; So trembling , pure , was tender love , Within the breast o ' bonie Jean . And now she works her mammie's wark , And aye she sighs wi ' care and pain ; Yet wistna what her ail might be , Or ...
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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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