The Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsLibrary of Alexandria, 1 gen 1926 - 574 pagine |
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... brunstane devilship, I see, Has got him there before ye; But haud your ninetail cata wee, Till ance you've heard my story. Your pity I willnot implore, Forpity ye have nane; Justice, alas! has gi'enhim o'er,And mercy's day is gane ...
... brunstane devilship, I see, Has got him there before ye; But haud your ninetail cata wee, Till ance you've heard my story. Your pity I willnot implore, Forpity ye have nane; Justice, alas! has gi'enhim o'er,And mercy's day is gane ...
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... brunstane,Whase raging flame, an' scorching heat, Wad melt thehardest whunstane! The halfasleep start upwi' fear, An' think they hear itroarin; When presently it does appear, 'Twas butsome neiborsnorin Asleepthat day. 'Twad beowrelang ...
... brunstane,Whase raging flame, an' scorching heat, Wad melt thehardest whunstane! The halfasleep start upwi' fear, An' think they hear itroarin; When presently it does appear, 'Twas butsome neiborsnorin Asleepthat day. 'Twad beowrelang ...
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... brunstane cootie, To scaud poor wretches! Hear me, auld Hangie, for awee, An' let poor damned bodies be; I'm sure sma'pleasure itcangie, Ev'n toa deil,Toskelp an' scaud poor dogslike me,An' hearus squeel! Greatis thy pow'r an' great thy ...
... brunstane cootie, To scaud poor wretches! Hear me, auld Hangie, for awee, An' let poor damned bodies be; I'm sure sma'pleasure itcangie, Ev'n toa deil,Toskelp an' scaud poor dogslike me,An' hearus squeel! Greatis thy pow'r an' great thy ...
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