The poetical works of Robert Burns, Oplag 351Bell, 1870 |
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... Winter Night .. The Auld Farmer's New - Year Morn- ing Salutation to his auld Mare Maggie , on giving her the accus- tomed rip of corn to hansel in the new year 53 To a Louse ; on seeing one on a lady's bonnet at church 56 26 29 2599 To ...
... Winter Night .. The Auld Farmer's New - Year Morn- ing Salutation to his auld Mare Maggie , on giving her the accus- tomed rip of corn to hansel in the new year 53 To a Louse ; on seeing one on a lady's bonnet at church 56 26 29 2599 To ...
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... Winter 71 The Brigs of Ayr 72 tieth Psalm To a Mouse .. ....... Halloween Man was made to Mourn Address to the De'il 26 26 Lines on meeting with Lord Daer ... Address to Edinburgh 78 79 27 To the Memory of Prince Charles Edward Stuart ...
... Winter 71 The Brigs of Ayr 72 tieth Psalm To a Mouse .. ....... Halloween Man was made to Mourn Address to the De'il 26 26 Lines on meeting with Lord Daer ... Address to Edinburgh 78 79 27 To the Memory of Prince Charles Edward Stuart ...
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... Winter's Storms 308 Behold the Hour 347 My Wife's a winsome wee thing .. 309 Logan Braes 348 Bonnie Lesley 309 O , Poortith cauld and restless Love . 348 Tibbie Dunbar 310 Galla Water .. 349 My Harry was a Gallant gay 310 Lord Gregory ...
... Winter's Storms 308 Behold the Hour 347 My Wife's a winsome wee thing .. 309 Logan Braes 348 Bonnie Lesley 309 O , Poortith cauld and restless Love . 348 Tibbie Dunbar 310 Galla Water .. 349 My Harry was a Gallant gay 310 Lord Gregory ...
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... Winter it is Past 386 Young Jamie , Pride of a ' the Plain ... 386 Out over the Forth O , whistle , and I'll come to you . Adown winding Nith 426 427 387 The Ruined Maid's Lament 428 The Lover's Morning Salutation to Song 429 his ...
... Winter it is Past 386 Young Jamie , Pride of a ' the Plain ... 386 Out over the Forth O , whistle , and I'll come to you . Adown winding Nith 426 427 387 The Ruined Maid's Lament 428 The Lover's Morning Salutation to Song 429 his ...
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... winter storms that the gifted , but ill - fated genius saw the light . Gilbert Burns , Robert's brother , tells Dr. Currie the following incident of the Poet's babyhood : " When my father , " he says , " built his clay bigging , he put ...
... winter storms that the gifted , but ill - fated genius saw the light . Gilbert Burns , Robert's brother , tells Dr. Currie the following incident of the Poet's babyhood : " When my father , " he says , " built his clay bigging , he put ...
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aboon amang auld baith banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns canna cauld charms CHORUS de'il dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er EPISTLE fair Farewell fate flowers frae GAVIN HAMILTON gi'e grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka ither Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock laddie laird lassie lo'e Lord Mauchline maun mony morn mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scots Scottish sigh sing skelpin sodger song soul sparklin sweet ta'en Tarbolton tear tell thee There's thou tune unco verses wander weary weel Whare Whigs whistle whyles wild Willie wind Ye'll young
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Side 425 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Side xxvi - The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er, wi...
Side 25 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Side 315 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, 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 405 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Side 68 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm I rest ; they must be best.
Side 324 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Side 347 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How...
Side 55 - Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckled breast ! When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east.
Side 49 - Think on the dungeon's grim confine, Where guilt and poor misfortune pine ! Guilt, erring man, relenting view ! But shall thy legal rage pursue The wretch, already crushed low, By cruel fortune's undeserved blow? Affliction's sons are brothers in distress ; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss ! " I heard nae mair, for Chanticleer Shook off the pouthery snaw, And hail'd the morning with a cheer, A cottage-rousing craw. But deep this truth impress'd my mind — Thro' all His works abroad,...