The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings, Bind 3–4Smith & Hill, 1816 |
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... Mourn . A Dirge ... . A Prayer in the Prospect of Death 148 Stanzas on the same Occasion .......... 149 151 152 153 154 ....... 155 Verses left at a Friend's House ... ....... The First Psalm .............................. ... A Prayer . .
... Mourn . A Dirge ... . A Prayer in the Prospect of Death 148 Stanzas on the same Occasion .......... 149 151 152 153 154 ....... 155 Verses left at a Friend's House ... ....... The First Psalm .............................. ... A Prayer . .
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... mourn 299 68 218 173 167 165 302 From thee , Eliza , I must go 212 • Grant me , indulgent Heaven , that I may live 323 Green grow the rashes , O 220 · Guid - mornin to your Majesty !. Ha ! whare ye gaun , ye crowlin ferlie Hail Poesie ...
... mourn 299 68 218 173 167 165 302 From thee , Eliza , I must go 212 • Grant me , indulgent Heaven , that I may live 323 Green grow the rashes , O 220 · Guid - mornin to your Majesty !. Ha ! whare ye gaun , ye crowlin ferlie Hail Poesie ...
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... ! he could na mend it He gaped wide , but naething spak ! At length poor Mailie silence brak . ' O thou , whase lamentable face Appears to mourn my woefu ' case A neibor herd callan . My dying words attentive hear , An ' bear them 63.
... ! he could na mend it He gaped wide , but naething spak ! At length poor Mailie silence brak . ' O thou , whase lamentable face Appears to mourn my woefu ' case A neibor herd callan . My dying words attentive hear , An ' bear them 63.
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... mourning weed : He's lost a friend and neebor dear , In Mailie dead . Thro ' a ' the toun she trotted by him ; A lang half - mile she could descry him ; Wi ' kindly bleat when she did spy him , She ran wi ' speed : A friend mair faithfu ...
... mourning weed : He's lost a friend and neebor dear , In Mailie dead . Thro ' a ' the toun she trotted by him ; A lang half - mile she could descry him ; Wi ' kindly bleat when she did spy him , She ran wi ' speed : A friend mair faithfu ...
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... ! In me thy native muse regard ! Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard , Thus poorly low ! * Catrine , the seat of the late Doctor , and present Professor Stewart . + Colonel Fullarton . I come to give thee such reward ' As we 86.
... ! In me thy native muse regard ! Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard , Thus poorly low ! * Catrine , the seat of the late Doctor , and present Professor Stewart . + Colonel Fullarton . I come to give thee such reward ' As we 86.
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Almindelige termer og sætninger
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