The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns

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D. Appleton, 1870 - 612 sider
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Scotch Drink
120
Go Fame and canter like a flly 328
139
Artdress to the Deil
140
VAddress to the Toothache
151
Stop passenger my storys brief 319
152
The Auld Farmers NewYear morning salutation to his Auld Mare
159
The friend whom wild from wisdoms way 280
168
Hail Poesie thou nymph reserved
177
The Solemn League and Covenant 610
180
Fragment inscribed to the Right Hon C J Fox
184
No more of your guests be they titled or not 338
187
Remorse A Fragment
190
O Thou dread Power who reignst above
196
A Prayer under the pressure of violent anguish
197
The wintry west extends his blast
202
Man was made to mourn A Dirge
203
The wind blew hollow frae the hills
213
EPISTLES
218
To the same
231
To the same
237
Humid seal of soft affections 601
239
To John Goudie Kilmarnock 2 15
245
Auld chuckie Reekies sair distrest 180
256
To the same
263
Thee Caledonia thy wild heaths among 182
269
lang bae thought my youthfu friend
271
To the Rev John M Math
274
To a Gentleman whom he had offended
280
This wot ye all whom it concerns 194
283
The Holy Fair
286
The Ordination
293
ELEGIES
313
Tam Samsons Elegy
320
EPIGRAMS
328
To the same
331
Collected Harry stood awee
337
EPITAPHS
340
When the druins do beat 542
351
PegaRamsay
357
Jockeys taen the parting kiss 429
359
Phillis the fair
364
Ye banks and braes and streams arounů 400
365
Banks o bonnie Doon
366
Behold the hour the boat arrives 349
369
Bonnie Mary
376
Ken ye aught o Captain Grose
379
The Catrine woods were yellow seen 413
383
Bonnie Peg 444
386
Sensibility how charming
390
Lady Mary
392
Fairest maid on Devon banks
395
Lovely Davies
443
Landlady count the lawin 537
449
wars
454
Merry hae I been teethin a heckle
455
Ca the yowes to the knowes 875
456
Fate gave the word the arrow sped 392
460
Forlorn my love no comfort near
469
Let me ryke up to dight that tear 524
472
Canst thou leave me thus my Katy ?
477
How cruel are the parents 444
478
The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill
483
How lang and dreary is the night
492
Theres auld Rob Morris who wons in you glen 449
493
My heart is sair
494
do confess thou art sae fair
495
My bonnie lass I work in brass 525
496
If thou should ask my love 542
498
dreamd I lay where flowers were springing 492 356
501
Theres braw braw lads on Yarrow braes 467
509
My ladys gown theres gairs upont
510
Tam Glen
515
420
517
Ye Jacobites by name give an ear give an ear 554
530
418
531
Come boat me oer come row me oer
532
There were three kings into the east 407
539
My love shes but a lassie
541
The bigbellyd bottle
542
See the smoking bowl before us 528
547
The Thames flows proudly to the sca 437
549
Oh how shall I unskilfu try
550
It was the charming month o May 474
551
Whistle owre the lave ot 377
554
The carilin
556
Up wi the carles o Dysart
558
Come down the back stairs 582
560
had a pint o wine 352
561
Contented wi little and cantie wi mair
566
am come to the low countrie
572
427
573
The Farewell
575
Wi braw new branks in mickle pride
576
Written in FriarsCarse Hermitage on the banks of the Nith from
581
Fill me with the rosy wine 830
588
Epistle to Robert Graham of Fintray 558
591
With Pegasus upon a day
593
Wae is my heart and the tear s in my ee 500 536
600
To a Kiss
601
Whoeer he be that sojourns here 329
602
On the death of his Daughter
607
Ye hypocrites are these your pranks?
611

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