The poetical works of Robert Burns. [With] (Memoir of Burns, by sir H. Nicolas).1866 |
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... song nor dance I bring from yon great city That queens it o'er our taste - the more's the pity ; Tho ' , by - the - by , abroad why will you roam ? Good sense and taste are natives here at home : But not for panegyric I appear , I come ...
... song nor dance I bring from yon great city That queens it o'er our taste - the more's the pity ; Tho ' , by - the - by , abroad why will you roam ? Good sense and taste are natives here at home : But not for panegyric I appear , I come ...
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... songs to the daughter of a much - valued and much - honoured friend of mine , Mr. Graham , of Fintry . I wrote , on ... song ! Or Pity's notes , in luxury of tears , As modest Want the tale of woe3 reveals ; While conscious Virtue all ...
... songs to the daughter of a much - valued and much - honoured friend of mine , Mr. Graham , of Fintry . I wrote , on ... song ! Or Pity's notes , in luxury of tears , As modest Want the tale of woe3 reveals ; While conscious Virtue all ...
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... song , when they wish to shed a tear over the narrow house ' of the bard who is no more , is surely a tribute due to Fergusson's memory ; a tribute I wish to have the honour of paying . I petition you , then , gentlemen , to permit me ...
... song , when they wish to shed a tear over the narrow house ' of the bard who is no more , is surely a tribute due to Fergusson's memory ; a tribute I wish to have the honour of paying . I petition you , then , gentlemen , to permit me ...
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... song , To thee I turn with swimming eyes ; Where is that soul of Freedom fled ? Immingled with the mighty dead ! Beneath the hallow'd turf where Wallace lies ! Hear it not , Wallace , in thy bed of death ! Ye babbling winds , in silence ...
... song , To thee I turn with swimming eyes ; Where is that soul of Freedom fled ? Immingled with the mighty dead ! Beneath the hallow'd turf where Wallace lies ! Hear it not , Wallace , in thy bed of death ! Ye babbling winds , in silence ...
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... - troduced into the popular song of ' Maggie Lauder . " " " For I'm a piper to my trade , My name is Rob the Ranter ; The lasses loup as they were daft , When I blaw up my chanter . " TO THE REV . JOHN M MATH , * ENCLOSING 68 THE POEMS.
... - troduced into the popular song of ' Maggie Lauder . " " " For I'm a piper to my trade , My name is Rob the Ranter ; The lasses loup as they were daft , When I blaw up my chanter . " TO THE REV . JOHN M MATH , * ENCLOSING 68 THE POEMS.
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