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OLD Y curse upon thy venom ' d stang , That shoots my tortur ' d gums alang ;
And thro ' my lugsgies monie a twang , Wi ' gnawing vengeance ; Tearing my
nerves wi ' bitter pang , Like racking engines ! When fevers burn , or ague freezes
...
OLD Y curse upon thy venom ' d stang , That shoots my tortur ' d gums alang ;
And thro ' my lugsgies monie a twang , Wi ' gnawing vengeance ; Tearing my
nerves wi ' bitter pang , Like racking engines ! When fevers burn , or ague freezes
...
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20 Here Poesy might wake her heav ' n - taught lyre , And look through Nature
with creative fire ; Here , to the wrongs of Fate half reconcild , Misfortune ' s
lighten ' d steps might wander wild ; And Disappointment , in these lonely bounds
, Find ...
20 Here Poesy might wake her heav ' n - taught lyre , And look through Nature
with creative fire ; Here , to the wrongs of Fate half reconcild , Misfortune ' s
lighten ' d steps might wander wild ; And Disappointment , in these lonely bounds
, Find ...
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MONG the heathy hills and ragged CA . woods The roaring Fyers pours his
mossy floods ; Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds , Where , thro ' a shapeless
breach , his stream resounds . As high in air the bursting torrents flow , As deep ...
MONG the heathy hills and ragged CA . woods The roaring Fyers pours his
mossy floods ; Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds , Where , thro ' a shapeless
breach , his stream resounds . As high in air the bursting torrents flow , As deep ...
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Hale be your heart , hale be your fiddle ; Lang may your elbuck jink and diddle ,
To cheer you thro ' the weary widdle O ' war ' ly cares , Till bairns ' bairns kindly
cuddle Your auld gray hairs . But Davie , lad , I ' m red ye ' re glaikit ; I ' m tauld the
...
Hale be your heart , hale be your fiddle ; Lang may your elbuck jink and diddle ,
To cheer you thro ' the weary widdle O ' war ' ly cares , Till bairns ' bairns kindly
cuddle Your auld gray hairs . But Davie , lad , I ' m red ye ' re glaikit ; I ' m tauld the
...
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60 And now , remember , Mr . Aiken , Nae kind of license out I ' m takin ' ; Frae this
time forth , I do declare , I ' se ne ' er ride horse nor hizzie mair ; Thro ' dirt and dub
for life I ' ll paidle , Ere I sae dear pay for a saddle ; My travel a ' on foot I ' ll ...
60 And now , remember , Mr . Aiken , Nae kind of license out I ' m takin ' ; Frae this
time forth , I do declare , I ' se ne ' er ride horse nor hizzie mair ; Thro ' dirt and dub
for life I ' ll paidle , Ere I sae dear pay for a saddle ; My travel a ' on foot I ' ll ...
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| Title | The poetical works of Robert Burns. [With] (Memoir of Burns, by sir H. Nicolas). Volume 2 of The poetical works of Robert Burns. [With], sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas |
| Author | Robert Burns |
| Published | 1866 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 7 Aug 2006 |
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