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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... wind , That's like to blaw a body blind ? For me , my faculties are frozen , My dearest member nearly dozen'd . I've sent you here by Johnie Simson , Twa sage philosophers to glimpse on ; Smith , wi ' his sympathetic feeling , An ' Reid ...
... wind , That's like to blaw a body blind ? For me , my faculties are frozen , My dearest member nearly dozen'd . I've sent you here by Johnie Simson , Twa sage philosophers to glimpse on ; Smith , wi ' his sympathetic feeling , An ' Reid ...
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... wind Amang his eaves , the sigh he gave- ' And came ye here , my son , ' he cried , ' To wander in my birken shade ? To muse some favourite Scottish theme , Or sing some favourite Scottish maid . ' There was a time , it's nae lang syne ...
... wind Amang his eaves , the sigh he gave- ' And came ye here , my son , ' he cried , ' To wander in my birken shade ? To muse some favourite Scottish theme , Or sing some favourite Scottish maid . ' There was a time , it's nae lang syne ...
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... winds , and wintry swelling waves ! Unheard , unseen , by human ear or eye , Sad to your sympathetic scenes I fly ; Where to the whistling blast and water's roar , Pale Scotia's recent wound I may deplore . O heavy loss , thy country ...
... winds , and wintry swelling waves ! Unheard , unseen , by human ear or eye , Sad to your sympathetic scenes I fly ; Where to the whistling blast and water's roar , Pale Scotia's recent wound I may deplore . O heavy loss , thy country ...
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... toast . THE KIRK OF LAMINGTON . As cauld a wind as ever blew , A caulder kirk , and in't but few ; As cauld a minister's e'er spak , Ye'se a ' be het ere I come back . WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF ONE OF MISS HANNAH 34 The Poems.
... toast . THE KIRK OF LAMINGTON . As cauld a wind as ever blew , A caulder kirk , and in't but few ; As cauld a minister's e'er spak , Ye'se a ' be het ere I come back . WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF ONE OF MISS HANNAH 34 The Poems.
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... winds the crackling flames are borne , ' Now maddening , wild , I curse that fatal night ; Now bless the hour which charm'd my guilty sight . In vain the laws their feeble force oppose : Chain'd at his feet they groan , Love's vanquish ...
... winds the crackling flames are borne , ' Now maddening , wild , I curse that fatal night ; Now bless the hour which charm'd my guilty sight . In vain the laws their feeble force oppose : Chain'd at his feet they groan , Love's vanquish ...
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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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