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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Pagina 1787
... Charmer Song My Hoggie Raving Winds Around Her Blowing Up In The Morning Early Hey , The Dusty Miller Duncan Davison The Lad They Ca'Jumpin John Talk Of Him That's Far Awa To Daunton Me The Winter It Is Past The Bonie.
... Charmer Song My Hoggie Raving Winds Around Her Blowing Up In The Morning Early Hey , The Dusty Miller Duncan Davison The Lad They Ca'Jumpin John Talk Of Him That's Far Awa To Daunton Me The Winter It Is Past The Bonie.
Pagina 1788
... Wind Can Blaw ^ 1 Song I Hae a Wife O ' My Ain Lines Written In Friars ' - Carse Hermitage To Alex . Cunningham , ESQ . , Writer Song . — Anna , Thy Charms The Fete Champetre Epistle To Robert Graham , Esq . , Of Fintry . Song . The Day ...
... Wind Can Blaw ^ 1 Song I Hae a Wife O ' My Ain Lines Written In Friars ' - Carse Hermitage To Alex . Cunningham , ESQ . , Writer Song . — Anna , Thy Charms The Fete Champetre Epistle To Robert Graham , Esq . , Of Fintry . Song . The Day ...
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... she agreed To see me thro' the barley. Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, An' corn rigs are bonie: I'll ne'er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi' Annie. The sky was blue, the wind was still, The moon Song The Rigs O' Barley.
... she agreed To see me thro' the barley. Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, An' corn rigs are bonie: I'll ne'er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi' Annie. The sky was blue, the wind was still, The moon Song The Rigs O' Barley.
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Robert Burns. The sky was blue, the wind was still, The moon was shining clearly; I set her down, wi' right good will, Amang the rigs o' barley: I ken't her heart was a' my ain; I lov'd her most sincerely; I kiss'd her owre and owre ...
Robert Burns. The sky was blue, the wind was still, The moon was shining clearly; I set her down, wi' right good will, Amang the rigs o' barley: I ken't her heart was a' my ain; I lov'd her most sincerely; I kiss'd her owre and owre ...
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... winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain, Delights the weary farmer; And the moon shines bright, when I rove at ...
... winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain, Delights the weary farmer; And the moon shines bright, when I rove at ...
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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