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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... owre she warsl'd in the ditch: There, groaning, dying, she did lie, When Hughoc he cam doytin by. Wi' glowrin een, and lifted han's Poor Hughoc like a statue stan's; He saw her days were near-hand ended, But, wae's my heart! he could na ...
... owre she warsl'd in the ditch: There, groaning, dying, she did lie, When Hughoc he cam doytin by. Wi' glowrin een, and lifted han's Poor Hughoc like a statue stan's; He saw her days were near-hand ended, But, wae's my heart! he could na ...
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... owre the knowe, For bits o' bread; An' down the briny pearls rowe For Mailie dead. She was nae get o' moorland tips, Wi' tauted ket, an' hairy hips; For her forbears were brought in ships, Frae 'yont the Tweed. A bonier fleesh ne'er ...
... owre the knowe, For bits o' bread; An' down the briny pearls rowe For Mailie dead. She was nae get o' moorland tips, Wi' tauted ket, an' hairy hips; For her forbears were brought in ships, Frae 'yont the Tweed. A bonier fleesh ne'er ...
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... owre and owre again, Amang the rigs o' barley. Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, &c. I lock'd her in my fond embrace; Her heart was beating rarely: My blessings on that happy place, Amang the rigs o' barley! But by the moon and stars so ...
... owre and owre again, Amang the rigs o' barley. Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, &c. I lock'd her in my fond embrace; Her heart was beating rarely: My blessings on that happy place, Amang the rigs o' barley! But by the moon and stars so ...
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... to Nanie , O. The westlin wind blaws loud an ' shill ; The night's baith mirk and rainy , O ; But I'll get my plaid an ' out I'll steal , An ' owre the hill to Nanie , O. young; My Nanie's charming, sweet, an' Nae artfu' wiles to.
... to Nanie , O. The westlin wind blaws loud an ' shill ; The night's baith mirk and rainy , O ; But I'll get my plaid an ' out I'll steal , An ' owre the hill to Nanie , O. young; My Nanie's charming, sweet, an' Nae artfu' wiles to.
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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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