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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... wander'd out he knew not where nor why ) The drowsy Dungeon - clockt had number'd two , And Wallace Tow'rt had sworn the fact was true : The tide - swoln Firth , with sullen sounding roar , Thro ' the still night dash'd hoarse along the ...
... wander'd out he knew not where nor why ) The drowsy Dungeon - clockt had number'd two , And Wallace Tow'rt had sworn the fact was true : The tide - swoln Firth , with sullen sounding roar , Thro ' the still night dash'd hoarse along the ...
Side 64
... wander at their will ; So may his flock increase , an ' grow To scores o ' lambs , an ' packs o ' woo ! Tell him , he was a master kin ' , An ' ay was guid to me and mine ; An ' now my dying charge I gie him , My helpless lambs I trust ...
... wander at their will ; So may his flock increase , an ' grow To scores o ' lambs , an ' packs o ' woo ! Tell him , he was a master kin ' , An ' ay was guid to me and mine ; An ' now my dying charge I gie him , My helpless lambs I trust ...
Side 66
... a sheep of sense , An ' could behave hersel wi ' mense : I'll say't , she never brak a fence , Thro ' thievish greed . Our bardie , lanely , keeps the spence Sin ' Mailie's dead , Or , if he wanders up the howe , Her 66 Poor Mailie's Elegy.
... a sheep of sense , An ' could behave hersel wi ' mense : I'll say't , she never brak a fence , Thro ' thievish greed . Our bardie , lanely , keeps the spence Sin ' Mailie's dead , Or , if he wanders up the howe , Her 66 Poor Mailie's Elegy.
Side 67
... wanders up the howe , Her living image in her yowe , Comes bleating to him , owre the knowe , For bits o ' bread ; An ' down the briny pearls rowe For Mailie dead .. She was no get o ' moorland tips , Wi ' tawted ket an ' hairy hips ...
... wanders up the howe , Her living image in her yowe , Comes bleating to him , owre the knowe , For bits o ' bread ; An ' down the briny pearls rowe For Mailie dead .. She was no get o ' moorland tips , Wi ' tawted ket an ' hairy hips ...
Side 70
... wander on , with tentless heed How never halting moments speed , Till fate shall snap the brittle thread ; Then , all unknown , I'll lay me with th ' inglorious dead , Forgot and gone ! But why o ' death begin a tale ? Just now we're ...
... wander on , with tentless heed How never halting moments speed , Till fate shall snap the brittle thread ; Then , all unknown , I'll lay me with th ' inglorious dead , Forgot and gone ! But why o ' death begin a tale ? Just now we're ...
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