The Poetical Works, Zväzok 2Little, Brown, 1863 - 1 strán (strany) |
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... Winds around her Blowing d 134 Musing on the Roaring Ocean d 135 Bonny Peggy Alison d 136 To Clarinda , with a pair of Drinking - glasses The Chevalier's Lament Epistle to Hugh Parker h 137 e 138 j 139 SONG I love my Jean SONG - Oh ...
... Winds around her Blowing d 134 Musing on the Roaring Ocean d 135 Bonny Peggy Alison d 136 To Clarinda , with a pair of Drinking - glasses The Chevalier's Lament Epistle to Hugh Parker h 137 e 138 j 139 SONG I love my Jean SONG - Oh ...
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... wind a lang conclusion With complimentary effusion : feed cheerful great - grandchild But whilst your wishes and endeavours Are blest wi ' fortune's smiles and favours , I am , dear sir , with zeal most fervent , Your much indebted ...
... wind a lang conclusion With complimentary effusion : feed cheerful great - grandchild But whilst your wishes and endeavours Are blest wi ' fortune's smiles and favours , I am , dear sir , with zeal most fervent , Your much indebted ...
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... wind and the tide , Who marked each element's border ; Who formed this frame with beneficent aim , Whose sovereign statute is order ; Within this dear mansion may wayward Con- tention Or withered Envy ne'er enter ; May Secrecy round be ...
... wind and the tide , Who marked each element's border ; Who formed this frame with beneficent aim , Whose sovereign statute is order ; Within this dear mansion may wayward Con- tention Or withered Envy ne'er enter ; May Secrecy round be ...
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... the lowest shed That ever rose on Scotland's plain , 1 Variation- The lily's hue and rose's dye Bespoke the lass o ' Ballochmyle . Through weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , T. 28. ] BONNIE LASS O ' BALLOCHMYLE . 27.
... the lowest shed That ever rose on Scotland's plain , 1 Variation- The lily's hue and rose's dye Bespoke the lass o ' Ballochmyle . Through weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , T. 28. ] BONNIE LASS O ' BALLOCHMYLE . 27.
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Robert Burns. Through weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil , And nightly to my bosom strain The bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the slippery steep , Where fame and honours lofty shine ...
Robert Burns. Through weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil , And nightly to my bosom strain The bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the slippery steep , Where fame and honours lofty shine ...
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Strana 16 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stained his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Strana 262 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet, To think how...
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