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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... thee , but thanks to Nature , Thou art acting but thyself . Wert thou awkward , stiff , affected , Spurning nature , torturing art ; Loves and graces all rejected , Then indeed thou'd'st act a part . THE LEAGUE AND COVENANT . THE Solemn ...
... thee , but thanks to Nature , Thou art acting but thyself . Wert thou awkward , stiff , affected , Spurning nature , torturing art ; Loves and graces all rejected , Then indeed thou'd'st act a part . THE LEAGUE AND COVENANT . THE Solemn ...
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... thee , Yet deviating own I must , For so approving me . But kind still , I'll mind still The giver in the gift ; I'll bless her and wiss her A Friend above the Lift . INSCRIPTION ON A GOBLET . THERE'S death in the cup - sae beware ! Nay ...
... thee , Yet deviating own I must , For so approving me . But kind still , I'll mind still The giver in the gift ; I'll bless her and wiss her A Friend above the Lift . INSCRIPTION ON A GOBLET . THERE'S death in the cup - sae beware ! Nay ...
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... thee I've lost my lass ! For lack o ' thee I scrimp my glass . I see the children of affliction Unaided , thro ' thy curs'd restriction . I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile , Amid his hapless victim's spoil . For lack o ' thee I ...
... thee I've lost my lass ! For lack o ' thee I scrimp my glass . I see the children of affliction Unaided , thro ' thy curs'd restriction . I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile , Amid his hapless victim's spoil . For lack o ' thee I ...
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... thee welcome , I'll meet thee with an undaunted mind.- ' I BURN , I BURN ? ' I BURN , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn , By driving winds the crackling flames are borne , ' Now maddening , wild , I curse that fatal night ; Now bless ...
... thee welcome , I'll meet thee with an undaunted mind.- ' I BURN , I BURN ? ' I BURN , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn , By driving winds the crackling flames are borne , ' Now maddening , wild , I curse that fatal night ; Now bless ...
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... thee in my bosom— But I will tell thee what , The way to me lies through the kirk ; Young man , do ye hear that ? I MET a lass , a bonie lass , Coming o'er the braes o ' Couper , Bare her leg and bright her een , And handsome ilka bit ...
... thee in my bosom— But I will tell thee what , The way to me lies through the kirk ; Young man , do ye hear that ? I MET a lass , a bonie lass , Coming o'er the braes o ' Couper , Bare her leg and bright her een , And handsome ilka bit ...
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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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