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 17
... I were wonted , Some cantraip hour , By some sweet elf I'll yet be dinted , Then , vive l'amour ! C Faites mes baissemains respectueuse , To sentimental sister Susie , 2 . of Burns . 17 But come, your hand, my careless brither, ...
... I were wonted , Some cantraip hour , By some sweet elf I'll yet be dinted , Then , vive l'amour ! C Faites mes baissemains respectueuse , To sentimental sister Susie , 2 . of Burns . 17 But come, your hand, my careless brither, ...
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... sweets disclose Beyond that flower's perfume . To those who for her loss are grieved , This consolation's given- She's from a world of woe relieved , And blooms a rose in Heaven . EPITAPH ON GABRIEL RICHARDSON . HERE Brewer Gabriel's ...
... sweets disclose Beyond that flower's perfume . To those who for her loss are grieved , This consolation's given- She's from a world of woe relieved , And blooms a rose in Heaven . EPITAPH ON GABRIEL RICHARDSON . HERE Brewer Gabriel's ...
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... Sweet Echo is no more . Ye jarring , screeching things around , Scream your discordant joys ; Now half your din of tuneless sound With Echo silent lies . LINES WRITTEN AT LOUDON MANSE . THE night was still 26 The Poems ON THE DEATH OF A ...
... Sweet Echo is no more . Ye jarring , screeching things around , Scream your discordant joys ; Now half your din of tuneless sound With Echo silent lies . LINES WRITTEN AT LOUDON MANSE . THE night was still 26 The Poems ON THE DEATH OF A ...
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... SWEET naïveté of feature , Simple , wild , enchanting elf , Not to thee , but thanks to Nature , Thou art acting but thyself . Wert thou awkward , stiff , affected , Spurning nature , torturing art ; Loves and graces all rejected , Then ...
... SWEET naïveté of feature , Simple , wild , enchanting elf , Not to thee , but thanks to Nature , Thou art acting but thyself . Wert thou awkward , stiff , affected , Spurning nature , torturing art ; Loves and graces all rejected , Then ...
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... sweet , His honest heart enamours , And faith ye'll no be lost a whit , Tho ' waired on Willie Chalmers . Auld Truth hersel ' might swear ye're fair , And Honour safely back her , And Modesty assume your air , And ne'er a ane mistak ...
... sweet , His honest heart enamours , And faith ye'll no be lost a whit , Tho ' waired on Willie Chalmers . Auld Truth hersel ' might swear ye're fair , And Honour safely back her , And Modesty assume your air , And ne'er a ane mistak ...
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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...