The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Volum 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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Side 15
... fell , And on my dry and halesome banks Nae canker - worms get leave to dwell : Man ! cruel man ! ' the genius sighed- As through the cliffs he sank him down- ' The worm that gnawed my bonie trees , That reptile wears a ducal crown ...
... fell , And on my dry and halesome banks Nae canker - worms get leave to dwell : Man ! cruel man ! ' the genius sighed- As through the cliffs he sank him down- ' The worm that gnawed my bonie trees , That reptile wears a ducal crown ...
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... fell snare ? The man and his wine's sae bewitching ! THE BOOK - WORMS . THROUGH and through the inspired leaves , Ye maggots , make your windings ; But , oh ! respect his lordship's taste , And spare his golden bindings . ON ROBERT ...
... fell snare ? The man and his wine's sae bewitching ! THE BOOK - WORMS . THROUGH and through the inspired leaves , Ye maggots , make your windings ; But , oh ! respect his lordship's taste , And spare his golden bindings . ON ROBERT ...
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... fell to work , Threw by his coat and bonnet , And did Sol's business in a crack ; Sol paid him with a sonnet . Ye Vulcan's sons of Wanlockhead , Pity my sad disaster ; My Pegasus is poorly shod- I'll pay you like my master . LINES ...
... fell to work , Threw by his coat and bonnet , And did Sol's business in a crack ; Sol paid him with a sonnet . Ye Vulcan's sons of Wanlockhead , Pity my sad disaster ; My Pegasus is poorly shod- I'll pay you like my master . LINES ...
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... fell in a trap On the braes o ' Gemappe , E'en let him come out as he dowe . O THOU , in whom we live and move , Who mad'st the sea and shore ; Thy goodness constantly we prove , And grateful would adore . And if it please thee , pow'r ...
... fell in a trap On the braes o ' Gemappe , E'en let him come out as he dowe . O THOU , in whom we live and move , Who mad'st the sea and shore ; Thy goodness constantly we prove , And grateful would adore . And if it please thee , pow'r ...
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... Fell foul o ' me . A furnicator - loun he call'd me , An ' said my fau't frae bliss expell'd me : I own'd the tale was true he tell'd me , ' But what the matter ? ' Quo ' I , ' I fear unless ye geld me , I'll ne'er be better . ' ' Geld ...
... Fell foul o ' me . A furnicator - loun he call'd me , An ' said my fau't frae bliss expell'd me : I own'd the tale was true he tell'd me , ' But what the matter ? ' Quo ' I , ' I fear unless ye geld me , I'll ne'er be better . ' ' Geld ...
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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...