The Poetical Works, Bind 2Little, Brown, 1863 - 1 sider |
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... Calf . b 33 Willie Chalmers i 34 Tam Samson's Elegy b 37 To Mr. M'Adam of Craigengillan . h 43 Verses written at Mr. Lawrie's SONG - The Gloomy Night is Gathering Fast b 44 b 47 The Brigs of Ayr . Lines on Meeting with Basil.
... Calf . b 33 Willie Chalmers i 34 Tam Samson's Elegy b 37 To Mr. M'Adam of Craigengillan . h 43 Verses written at Mr. Lawrie's SONG - The Gloomy Night is Gathering Fast b 44 b 47 The Brigs of Ayr . Lines on Meeting with Basil.
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Robert Burns. The Brigs of Ayr . Lines on Meeting with Basil , Lord Daer PAGE b 49 e 61 Address to Edinburgh Epistle to Major Logan Expostulation on a Rebuke administered by Mrs. Lawrie Ode on the Chevalier's Birthday To Miss Logan ...
Robert Burns. The Brigs of Ayr . Lines on Meeting with Basil , Lord Daer PAGE b 49 e 61 Address to Edinburgh Epistle to Major Logan Expostulation on a Rebuke administered by Mrs. Lawrie Ode on the Chevalier's Birthday To Miss Logan ...
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... meet you on the holy spot Faith , we'se hae fine remarkin ' ! Then I gaed hame at crowdie - time , And soon I made me ready ; دو For roads were clad , from side to side , Wi ' mony a weary body , In droves that day . sport wrinkled ...
... meet you on the holy spot Faith , we'se hae fine remarkin ' ! Then I gaed hame at crowdie - time , And soon I made me ready ; دو For roads were clad , from side to side , Wi ' mony a weary body , In droves that day . sport wrinkled ...
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... meet some day . But now the L - ' s ain trumpet touts , Till a ' the hills are rairin ' , And echoes back return the shouts Black Russell1 is na sparin ' : tickle roaring 1 The Rev. John Russell , at this time minister of the Chapel- of ...
... meet some day . But now the L - ' s ain trumpet touts , Till a ' the hills are rairin ' , And echoes back return the shouts Black Russell1 is na sparin ' : tickle roaring 1 The Rev. John Russell , at this time minister of the Chapel- of ...
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... meet together , Then , sir , your hand my friend and brother ! FAREWELL TO THE BRETHREN OF ST . JAMES'S LODGE , TORBOLTON . TUNE- Good - night , and Joy be wi ' you a ' . ADIEU ! a heart - warm , fond adieu ! Dear brothers of the mystic ...
... meet together , Then , sir , your hand my friend and brother ! FAREWELL TO THE BRETHREN OF ST . JAMES'S LODGE , TORBOLTON . TUNE- Good - night , and Joy be wi ' you a ' . ADIEU ! a heart - warm , fond adieu ! Dear brothers of the mystic ...
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Allan Cunningham amang Auchtertyre auld auld lang syne Ayrshire banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonny lasses bosom braes brig bright Burns Burns's Captain Riddel Castle-Gordon charms CLARINDA Craigdarroch dance dear death deil Duchess of Albany Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Exciseman fair Farewell fate fear Fête Champêtre flowers frae Glen Glenriddel grace hame heart Heaven Highland hills honest honoured Igo and ago Jamie John Johnson's Museum lassie life's Lon'on Lord Mauchline maun meikle Miss monie morning mourn Muse nae mair naebody ne'er never night Nith o'er owre Peggy's pleasure poem poet poor pride rhyme roar Samson's dead Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing song soul sweet tear thee There's thou TUNE verses wander weel Whigs whistle wild Willie wind woods ye'll
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Side 265 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red-rusted; Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
Side 16 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stained his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Side 262 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet, To think how...
Side 269 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...