The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Bind 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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... charms ; While sans culottes stoop up the mountain high , And steal from me Maria's prying eye . Bless'd Highland bonnet ! Once my proudest dress , Now prouder still , Maria's temples press . I see her wave thy towering plumes afar ...
... charms ; While sans culottes stoop up the mountain high , And steal from me Maria's prying eye . Bless'd Highland bonnet ! Once my proudest dress , Now prouder still , Maria's temples press . I see her wave thy towering plumes afar ...
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... charm on earth Can turn Death's dart aside ? It is not purity and worth , Else Jessy had not died . THE RECOVERY OF JESSY LEWARS . BUT rarely seen since Nature's birth , The natives of the sky , Yet still one Seraph's left on earth ...
... charm on earth Can turn Death's dart aside ? It is not purity and worth , Else Jessy had not died . THE RECOVERY OF JESSY LEWARS . BUT rarely seen since Nature's birth , The natives of the sky , Yet still one Seraph's left on earth ...
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... charm'd my guilty sight . In vain the laws their feeble force oppose : Chain'd at his feet they groan , Love's vanquish'd foes ; In vain religion meets my sinking eye ; I dare not combat - but I turn and fly ; Conscience in vain ...
... charm'd my guilty sight . In vain the laws their feeble force oppose : Chain'd at his feet they groan , Love's vanquish'd foes ; In vain religion meets my sinking eye ; I dare not combat - but I turn and fly ; Conscience in vain ...
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... charm her with the magic of a switch , I'd kiss her maids , and kick the perverse bitch . EPITAPH ON A HENPECK'D COUNTRY SQUIRE . As father Adam first was fool'd , A case that's still too common , Here lies a man a woman rul'd , The ...
... charm her with the magic of a switch , I'd kiss her maids , and kick the perverse bitch . EPITAPH ON A HENPECK'D COUNTRY SQUIRE . As father Adam first was fool'd , A case that's still too common , Here lies a man a woman rul'd , The ...
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... charms - confess : True it is , she had one failing , Had a woman ever less ? ` ON MISS J. SCOTT , OF AVR . OH ! had each Scot of ancient times Been , Jeanie Scott , as thou art , The bravest heart on English ground Had yielded like a ...
... charms - confess : True it is , she had one failing , Had a woman ever less ? ` ON MISS J. SCOTT , OF AVR . OH ! had each Scot of ancient times Been , Jeanie Scott , as thou art , The bravest heart on English ground Had yielded like a ...
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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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Side 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
Side 207 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a
Side 135 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; 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...
Side 202 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Side 135 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Side 130 - And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Side 204 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will...