Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsCollins, 1955 - 736 pagine |
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Pagina 135
... thought it proper , When a ' my works I did review , To dedicate them , Sir , to you : Because ( ye need na tak ' it ill ) , I thought them something like yoursel . Then patronize them wi ' your favor And your petitioner shall ever- I ...
... thought it proper , When a ' my works I did review , To dedicate them , Sir , to you : Because ( ye need na tak ' it ill ) , I thought them something like yoursel . Then patronize them wi ' your favor And your petitioner shall ever- I ...
Pagina 624
... thought I might hae waur offers , waur offers- But thought I might hae waur offers . 4 But what wad ye think ? In a fortnight or less ( The Deil tak his taste to gae near her ! ) He up the Gate - Slack to my black cousin , Bess ! Guess ...
... thought I might hae waur offers , waur offers- But thought I might hae waur offers . 4 But what wad ye think ? In a fortnight or less ( The Deil tak his taste to gae near her ! ) He up the Gate - Slack to my black cousin , Bess ! Guess ...
Pagina 652
... thought ungentle canna be The thought o ' Mary Morison . A RUINED FARMER TUNE : Go from my window , love , do I The sun he is sunk in the west , All creatures retirèd to rest , While here I sit , all sore beset With sorrow , grief , and ...
... thought ungentle canna be The thought o ' Mary Morison . A RUINED FARMER TUNE : Go from my window , love , do I The sun he is sunk in the west , All creatures retirèd to rest , While here I sit , all sore beset With sorrow , grief , and ...
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aboon amang auld baith Bard blast blaw blest blythe bonie lass bosom braes braw brunstane Burns canna cauld charms CHORUS Clarinda dear dearie Death Deil Devil DUMFRIES e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fate fear flowers frae glen gude Wallace guid hame heart Heaven Hell Highland Highland laddie honest ilka John Barleycorn Johnie Kilmarnock King laddie laird lassie lo'e Lord Mauchline maun meikle monie morning mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre Poet poor pride rhyme roar sing skelpin soger soul sweet Syne taen Tam Lin TARBOLTON tear tell thee There's thine thou thro TUNE unco warl weary weel Whare Whigs whyles wild Willie wind winna wretch ye'll ye're
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