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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... HIM IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE POET'S DECEASE . HE who of Rankine sang , lies stiff and dead ; And a green grassy hillock hides his head ; Alas ! alas ! a devilish change indeed ! VERSES ADDRESSED TO 7. RANKINE , ON HIS WRITING TO of Burns . 59.
... HIM IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE POET'S DECEASE . HE who of Rankine sang , lies stiff and dead ; And a green grassy hillock hides his head ; Alas ! alas ! a devilish change indeed ! VERSES ADDRESSED TO 7. RANKINE , ON HIS WRITING TO of Burns . 59.
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... green , On every blade the pearls hang ; The Zephyrs wanton'd round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In every glen the Mavis sang , All nature listening seem'd the while : Except where green - wood echoes rang , Amang the ...
... green , On every blade the pearls hang ; The Zephyrs wanton'd round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In every glen the Mavis sang , All nature listening seem'd the while : Except where green - wood echoes rang , Amang the ...
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... green earth , and ye skies , Now gay with the bright setting sun ! Farewell , loves and friendships , ye dear , tender ties , Our race of existence is run ! Thou grim King of Terrors , thou life's gloomy foe 78 The Songs.
... green earth , and ye skies , Now gay with the bright setting sun ! Farewell , loves and friendships , ye dear , tender ties , Our race of existence is run ! Thou grim King of Terrors , thou life's gloomy foe 78 The Songs.
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... green The woods rejoic'd the day , Thro ' gentle showers the laughing flowers In double pride were gay : But now our joys are fled , On winter blasts awa ! Yet maiden May , in rich array , Again shall bring them a ' . But my white pow ...
... green The woods rejoic'd the day , Thro ' gentle showers the laughing flowers In double pride were gay : But now our joys are fled , On winter blasts awa ! Yet maiden May , in rich array , Again shall bring them a ' . But my white pow ...
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... green mantle blythe nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes , While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw ; But to me it's delightless - my Nannie's awa . The snaw - drap and primrose our woodlands adorn ...
... green mantle blythe nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes , While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw ; But to me it's delightless - my Nannie's awa . The snaw - drap and primrose our woodlands adorn ...
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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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