The Scottish Minstrel: Being a Complete Collection of Burns' Songs ; Together with His Correspondence with Mr. Thomson ; to which is Added and New and Complete GlossaryBenjamin Warner, 1818 - 312 pages |
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... leave me ? Strathallan's Lament , Raving winds around her blowing , Page . 173 175 176 ib . 177 ib . Musing on the roaring ocean , 178 Blythe was she , 179 A rose - bud by my early walk , ib . Where braving angry winter's storms , 180 ...
... leave me ? Strathallan's Lament , Raving winds around her blowing , Page . 173 175 176 ib . 177 ib . Musing on the roaring ocean , 178 Blythe was she , 179 A rose - bud by my early walk , ib . Where braving angry winter's storms , 180 ...
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... " Song , " Yestreen I had a pint of wine , " Stay , my charmer , ean you leave me ? Strathallan's Lament , Tam Glen , The auld man , The banks of Doon , 269 264 176 176 189 119 199 The banks of Nith , Page . 187 The birks INDEX . xvi.
... " Song , " Yestreen I had a pint of wine , " Stay , my charmer , ean you leave me ? Strathallan's Lament , Tam Glen , The auld man , The banks of Doon , 269 264 176 176 189 119 199 The banks of Nith , Page . 187 The birks INDEX . xvi.
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... leave me thus , my Katy 134 Ca ' the yowes to the knowes 104 Clarinda , mistress of my soul 182 Come let me take thee to my breast Contented wi ' little , and canty wi ' mair 69 133 Deluded swain , the pleasure Dire was the hate at old ...
... leave me thus , my Katy 134 Ca ' the yowes to the knowes 104 Clarinda , mistress of my soul 182 Come let me take thee to my breast Contented wi ' little , and canty wi ' mair 69 133 Deluded swain , the pleasure Dire was the hate at old ...
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... leaves returning The smiling spring comes in rejoicing -The Thames flows proudly to the sea 205 21 275 24 269 55 233 213 246 203 187 The winter it is past , and the simmer comes at last 263 Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling 176 Thine ...
... leaves returning The smiling spring comes in rejoicing -The Thames flows proudly to the sea 205 21 275 24 269 55 233 213 246 203 187 The winter it is past , and the simmer comes at last 263 Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling 176 Thine ...
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... leaving you , gentlemen , the undoubted right of publishers , to approve , or reject , at your plea sure , for your own publication . Apropos , if you are for English verses , there is , on my part , an end of the matter . Whether in ...
... leaving you , gentlemen , the undoubted right of publishers , to approve , or reject , at your plea sure , for your own publication . Apropos , if you are for English verses , there is , on my part , an end of the matter . Whether in ...
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