The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Volume 2Macmillan, 1865 - 445 páginas |
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... thoughts to peace ? O , happy ! happy ! enviable man ! O glorious magnanimity of soul ! THE TOAD - EATER . WHAT of earls with whom you have supt , And of Dukes that you dined with yestreen ? Lord ! a louse , Sir , is still but a louse ...
... thoughts to peace ? O , happy ! happy ! enviable man ! O glorious magnanimity of soul ! THE TOAD - EATER . WHAT of earls with whom you have supt , And of Dukes that you dined with yestreen ? Lord ! a louse , Sir , is still but a louse ...
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... thought intoxicated homage yields , And riots wanton in forbidden fields ! By all on high adoring mortals know ! By all the conscious villain fears below ! By your dear self ! -the last great oath I swear ; Nor life nor soul were ever ...
... thought intoxicated homage yields , And riots wanton in forbidden fields ! By all on high adoring mortals know ! By all the conscious villain fears below ! By your dear self ! -the last great oath I swear ; Nor life nor soul were ever ...
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... thought , owre hot for rule , Owre blate to seek , owre proud to snool , Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool , And drap a tear . Is there a Bard of rustic song , Who , noteless , steals the crowds among , That weekly ...
... thought , owre hot for rule , Owre blate to seek , owre proud to snool , Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool , And drap a tear . Is there a Bard of rustic song , Who , noteless , steals the crowds among , That weekly ...
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... thought on youthfu ' pleasures monie ; And aye the wild - wood echoes rang— O , dearly do I love thee , Annie ! O , happy be the woodbine bower , Nae nightly bogle mak it eerie ; Nor ever sorrow stain the hour , The place and time I met ...
... thought on youthfu ' pleasures monie ; And aye the wild - wood echoes rang— O , dearly do I love thee , Annie ! O , happy be the woodbine bower , Nae nightly bogle mak it eerie ; Nor ever sorrow stain the hour , The place and time I met ...
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... ' O'ER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY . ' How can my poor heart be glad , When absent from my Sailor lad ? How can I the thought forego , He's on the seas to meet the foe ? Let me wander , let me rove , Still my H 2 of Burns . 99 BANKS OF CREE. ...
... ' O'ER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY . ' How can my poor heart be glad , When absent from my Sailor lad ? How can I the thought forego , He's on the seas to meet the foe ? Let me wander , let me rove , Still my H 2 of Burns . 99 BANKS OF CREE. ...
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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 flowers frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hills 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 rue grows bonie sang sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme 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 135 - John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Página 206 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
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Página 203 - But oh ! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary...
Página 131 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
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