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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... tear ! My Jean's heart - rending throe ! Farewell , my Bess ! tho ' thou'rt bereft Of my parental care ; A faithful brother I have left , My part in him thou'lt share ! Adieu too , to you too , My Smith , my bosom frien ' ; When kindly ...
... tear ! My Jean's heart - rending throe ! Farewell , my Bess ! tho ' thou'rt bereft Of my parental care ; A faithful brother I have left , My part in him thou'lt share ! Adieu too , to you too , My Smith , my bosom frien ' ; When kindly ...
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... tears hap o'er her auld brown nose ! Was it for this , wi ' canny care , Thou bure the Bard through many a shire ? At howes or hillocks never stumbled , And late or early never grumbled ? - O , had I power like inclination , I'd heeze ...
... tears hap o'er her auld brown nose ! Was it for this , wi ' canny care , Thou bure the Bard through many a shire ? At howes or hillocks never stumbled , And late or early never grumbled ? - O , had I power like inclination , I'd heeze ...
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... tears : But it seal'd Freedom's sacred cause-- If thou'rt a slave , indulge thy sneers . ON MISS JESSY LEWARS . TALK not to me of savages From Afric's burning sun , No savage e'er could rend my heart , As , Jessy , thou hast done . But ...
... tears : But it seal'd Freedom's sacred cause-- If thou'rt a slave , indulge thy sneers . ON MISS JESSY LEWARS . TALK not to me of savages From Afric's burning sun , No savage e'er could rend my heart , As , Jessy , thou hast done . But ...
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... tears of indignation I behold th ' oppressor ' Rejoicing in the honest man's destruction , ' Whose unsubmitting heart was all his crime . ' Even you , ye helpless crew , I pity you ; ' Ye , whom the seeming good think sin to pity ; ' Ye ...
... tears of indignation I behold th ' oppressor ' Rejoicing in the honest man's destruction , ' Whose unsubmitting heart was all his crime . ' Even you , ye helpless crew , I pity you ; ' Ye , whom the seeming good think sin to pity ; ' Ye ...
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... tears had flow'd . I MURDER hate by field or flood , Tho ' glory's name may screen us ; In wars at hame I'll spend my blood , Life - giving war of Venus . The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty , I'm better pleased to make ...
... tears had flow'd . I MURDER hate by field or flood , Tho ' glory's name may screen us ; In wars at hame I'll spend my blood , Life - giving war of Venus . The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty , I'm better pleased to make ...
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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 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...