Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsThere are literally hundreds of poems by the unrivaled nineteenth-century Scottish poet collected in this volume. They are arranged chronologically and there is a glossary at the end to translate the Scottish dialect. |
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Rankine On His Writing To The Poet, Epistle To John Rankine A Poet's Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter^1 Song—O Leave Novels^1 Fragment—The Mauchline Lady Fragment—My Girl She's Airy The Belles Of Mauchline Epitaph On A Noisy ...
Rankine On His Writing To The Poet, Epistle To John Rankine A Poet's Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter^1 Song—O Leave Novels^1 Fragment—The Mauchline Lady Fragment—My Girl She's Airy The Belles Of Mauchline Epitaph On A Noisy ...
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... My Love, How Green The Groves The Charming Month Of May Lassie Wi' The Lint-White Locks Dialogue song—Philly And Willy Contented Wi' Little And Cantie Wi' Mair Farewell Thou Stream Canst Thou Leave Me Thus, My Katie My Nanie's Awa ...
... My Love, How Green The Groves The Charming Month Of May Lassie Wi' The Lint-White Locks Dialogue song—Philly And Willy Contented Wi' Little And Cantie Wi' Mair Farewell Thou Stream Canst Thou Leave Me Thus, My Katie My Nanie's Awa ...
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My sarks they are few, but five o' them new, Twal' hundred, as white as the snaw, man, A ten-shillings hat, a Holland cravat; There are no mony poets sae braw, man. I never had frien's weel stockit in means, To leave.
My sarks they are few, but five o' them new, Twal' hundred, as white as the snaw, man, A ten-shillings hat, a Holland cravat; There are no mony poets sae braw, man. I never had frien's weel stockit in means, To leave.
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I never had frien's weel stockit in means, To leave me a hundred or twa, man; Nae weel-tocher'd aunts, to wait on their drants, And wish them in hell for it a', man. I never was cannie for hoarding o' money, Or claughtin't together at ...
I never had frien's weel stockit in means, To leave me a hundred or twa, man; Nae weel-tocher'd aunts, to wait on their drants, And wish them in hell for it a', man. I never was cannie for hoarding o' money, Or claughtin't together at ...
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She's spotless like the flow'ring thorn, With flow'rs so white and leaves so green, When purest in the dewy morn; An' she has twa sparkling roguish een. Her looks are like the vernal May, When ev'ning Phoebus shines serene, ...
She's spotless like the flow'ring thorn, With flow'rs so white and leaves so green, When purest in the dewy morn; An' she has twa sparkling roguish een. Her looks are like the vernal May, When ev'ning Phoebus shines serene, ...
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The Twa Herds Or The Holy Tulyie | |
Epitaph On Holy Willie | |
SongFor A That1 | |
Scotch Drink | |
The Authors Earnest Cry And Prayer | |
Epistle To James Smith | |
Suppressed Stanzas Of The Vision | |
To Mr MAdam Of CraigenGillan | |
To Gavin Hamilton Esq Mauchline | |
The Farewell To the Brethren of St James Lodge Tarbolton | |
Second Epistle To J Lapraik | |
Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux1 | |
Third Epistle To J Lapraik | |
To A Mouse On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough | |
The Lass O Ballochmyle | |
Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor | |
Farewell Song To The Banks Of | |
Fragment On Sensibility | |
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