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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Robert Burns. John Barleycorn : A Ballad 1783 Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie , The Author's Only Pet Yowe . , The An Unco Mournfu ' Tale Poor Mailie's Elegy . Song The Rigs O ' Barley . Song Composed In August Song Song - Green ...
Robert Burns. John Barleycorn : A Ballad 1783 Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie , The Author's Only Pet Yowe . , The An Unco Mournfu ' Tale Poor Mailie's Elegy . Song The Rigs O ' Barley . Song Composed In August Song Song - Green ...
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... poor as I. O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. There lives a lass beside yon park, I'd rather hae her in her sark, Than you wi' a' your thousand mark; That gars you look sae high. O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. Song—I Dream'd I Lay ...
... poor as I. O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. There lives a lass beside yon park, I'd rather hae her in her sark, Than you wi' a' your thousand mark; That gars you look sae high. O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. Song—I Dream'd I Lay ...
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... poor support, hardly earn'd My fate will scarce bestow: And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! No comfort, no comfort I have! How welcome to me were the grave! But then my wife and children dear— O, wither would they go! And it's O, fickle ...
... poor support, hardly earn'd My fate will scarce bestow: And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! No comfort, no comfort I have! How welcome to me were the grave! But then my wife and children dear— O, wither would they go! And it's O, fickle ...
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... poor , unnoticed , obscure , My stomach's as proud as them a ' , man . Though I canna ride in weel - booted pride , And flee o'er the hills like a craw , man , I can haud up my head wi ' the best o ' the breed , Though fluttering ever ...
... poor , unnoticed , obscure , My stomach's as proud as them a ' , man . Though I canna ride in weel - booted pride , And flee o'er the hills like a craw , man , I can haud up my head wi ' the best o ' the breed , Though fluttering ever ...
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... poor, thro' life I'm doom'd to wander, O, Till down my weary bones I lay in everlasting slumber, O: No view nor care, but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow, O; I live to-day as well's I may, regardless of to-morrow, O. But ...
... poor, thro' life I'm doom'd to wander, O, Till down my weary bones I lay in everlasting slumber, O: No view nor care, but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow, O; I live to-day as well's I may, regardless of to-morrow, O. But ...
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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