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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... guid to me an' mine; An' now my dying charge I gie him, My helpless lambs, I trust them wi' him. “O, bid him save their harmless lives, Frae dogs, an' tods, an' butcher's knives! But gie them guid cow-milk their fill, Till they be fit ...
... guid to me an' mine; An' now my dying charge I gie him, My helpless lambs, I trust them wi' him. “O, bid him save their harmless lives, Frae dogs, an' tods, an' butcher's knives! But gie them guid cow-milk their fill, Till they be fit ...
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... brought in ships, Frae 'yont the Tweed. A bonier fleesh ne'er cross'd the clips Than Mailie's dead. Wae worth the man wha first did shape That vile, wanchancie thing—a raip! It maks guid fellows girn an' gape, Wi' chokin dread;
... brought in ships, Frae 'yont the Tweed. A bonier fleesh ne'er cross'd the clips Than Mailie's dead. Wae worth the man wha first did shape That vile, wanchancie thing—a raip! It maks guid fellows girn an' gape, Wi' chokin dread;
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Robert Burns. It maks guid fellows girn an' gape, Wi' chokin dread; An' Robin's bonnet wave wi' crape For Mailie dead. O, a' ye bards on bonie Doon! An' wha on Ayr your chanters tune! Come, join the melancholious croon O' Robin's reed ...
Robert Burns. It maks guid fellows girn an' gape, Wi' chokin dread; An' Robin's bonnet wave wi' crape For Mailie dead. O, a' ye bards on bonie Doon! An' wha on Ayr your chanters tune! Come, join the melancholious croon O' Robin's reed ...
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... o'er the knowe For Philadelphia , man ; Wi ' sword an ' gun he thought a sin Guid Christian bluid to draw , man ; But at New York , wi ' knife an ' fork , Sir-Loin he hacked sma', man. Burgoyne gaed up, like spur Ballad On The American.
... o'er the knowe For Philadelphia , man ; Wi ' sword an ' gun he thought a sin Guid Christian bluid to draw , man ; But at New York , wi ' knife an ' fork , Sir-Loin he hacked sma', man. Burgoyne gaed up, like spur Ballad On The American.
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... guid in law, man. Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine On His Writing To The Poet, Table of Contents That A Girl In That Part Of The Country Was With A Child To Him. I am a keeper of the law In some sma' points, altho' not a'; Some ...
... guid in law, man. Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine On His Writing To The Poet, Table of Contents That A Girl In That Part Of The Country Was With A Child To Him. I am a keeper of the law In some sma' points, altho' not a'; Some ...
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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