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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... verse a parish workhouse , made For motley , foundling fancies , stolen or stray'd ? ) A workhouse ! ah , that sound awakes my woes , And pillows on the thorn my rack'd repose ! In durance vile here must I wake and weep , And all my ...
... verse a parish workhouse , made For motley , foundling fancies , stolen or stray'd ? ) A workhouse ! ah , that sound awakes my woes , And pillows on the thorn my rack'd repose ! In durance vile here must I wake and weep , And all my ...
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... verse can sing , what prose narrate , The butcher deeds of bloody fate Amid this mighty tulzie ! Grim Horror girn'd - pale Terror roar'd , As Murther at his thrapple shor'd , And Hell mix'd in the brulzie . As highland craigs by thunder ...
... verse can sing , what prose narrate , The butcher deeds of bloody fate Amid this mighty tulzie ! Grim Horror girn'd - pale Terror roar'd , As Murther at his thrapple shor'd , And Hell mix'd in the brulzie . As highland craigs by thunder ...
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... VERSES ON THE DESTRUCTION OF THE WOODS NEAR DRUMLANRIG . As on the banks o ' wandering Nith , Ae smiling simmer - morn I strayed , And traced its bonie howes and haughs , Where linties sang and lambkins played . I sat me down upon a ...
... VERSES ON THE DESTRUCTION OF THE WOODS NEAR DRUMLANRIG . As on the banks o ' wandering Nith , Ae smiling simmer - morn I strayed , And traced its bonie howes and haughs , Where linties sang and lambkins played . I sat me down upon a ...
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... VERSES WOULD AFFECT HIS PROSPECTS . RASH mortal , and slanderous poet , thy name Shall no longer appear in the records of fame ; Dost not know that old Mansfield , who writes like the Bible , Says the more ' tis a truth , sir , the more ...
... VERSES WOULD AFFECT HIS PROSPECTS . RASH mortal , and slanderous poet , thy name Shall no longer appear in the records of fame ; Dost not know that old Mansfield , who writes like the Bible , Says the more ' tis a truth , sir , the more ...
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... oppressor's cruel smile , Amid his hapless victim's spoil . For lack o ' thee I leave this much - lov'd shore , Never , perhaps , to greet old Scotland more . THE LOYAL NATIVES ' VERSES . YE sons of sedition 38 The Poems.
... oppressor's cruel smile , Amid his hapless victim's spoil . For lack o ' thee I leave this much - lov'd shore , Never , perhaps , to greet old Scotland more . THE LOYAL NATIVES ' VERSES . YE sons of sedition 38 The Poems.
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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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