Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsGood Press, 19 nov 2019 - 442 pagine There 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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... ne'er could lend on bill or band, That five per cent. might blest me; And borrowing, on the tither hand, The deil a ane wad trust me. Yet I, a coin-denied wight, By Fortune quite discarded; Ye see how I am, day and night, By lad and ...
... ne'er could lend on bill or band, That five per cent. might blest me; And borrowing, on the tither hand, The deil a ane wad trust me. Yet I, a coin-denied wight, By Fortune quite discarded; Ye see how I am, day and night, By lad and ...
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... ne'er a wrang steek in them a ' , man . 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 ...
... ne'er a wrang steek in them a ' , man . 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 ...
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... er might breed me pain or sorrow, O; I live to-day as well's I may, regardless of to-morrow, O. But cheerful still, I am as well as a monarch in his palace, O, Tho' Fortune's frown still hunts me down, with all her wonted malice, O ... ne'er.
... er might breed me pain or sorrow, O; I live to-day as well's I may, regardless of to-morrow, O. But cheerful still, I am as well as a monarch in his palace, O, Tho' Fortune's frown still hunts me down, with all her wonted malice, O ... ne'er.
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... ne'er be melancholy, O. All O, you who follow wealth and power with unremitting ardour, The more in this you look for bliss, you leave your view the farther, O: Had you the wealth Potosi boasts, or nations to adore you, O, A cheerful ...
... ne'er be melancholy, O. All O, you who follow wealth and power with unremitting ardour, The more in this you look for bliss, you leave your view the farther, O: Had you the wealth Potosi boasts, or nations to adore you, O, A cheerful ...
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Robert Burns. O, may thou ne'er forgather up, Wi' ony blastit, moorland toop; But aye keep mind to moop an' mell, Wi' sheep o' credit like thysel'! “And now, my bairns, wi' my last breath, I lea'e my blessin wi' you baith: An' when you ...
Robert Burns. O, may thou ne'er forgather up, Wi' ony blastit, moorland toop; But aye keep mind to moop an' mell, Wi' sheep o' credit like thysel'! “And now, my bairns, wi' my last breath, I lea'e my blessin wi' you baith: An' when you ...
Sommario
To A Mouse On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough | |
Song For 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 Twa Herds Or The Holy Tulyie | |
Epitaph On Holy Willie | |
Second Epistle To J Lapraik | |
Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux1 | |
Third Epistle To J Lapraik | |
The Farewell To the Brethren of St James Lodge Tarbolton | |
The Lass O Ballochmyle | |
The Brigs Of | |
Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer1 | |
SongYon Wild Mossy Mountains | |
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