The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings; to which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Том 3F. Lucas, jun. and J. Cushing, 1815 |
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... nor why . ) The drowsy Dungeon - clock † had number'd two , And Wallace Tow'r had sworn the fact was true ; * A noted tavern at the Auld Brig end . The two steeples . The tide - swoln Firth , with sullen sounding roar POEMS . 31.
... nor why . ) The drowsy Dungeon - clock † had number'd two , And Wallace Tow'r had sworn the fact was true ; * A noted tavern at the Auld Brig end . The two steeples . The tide - swoln Firth , with sullen sounding roar POEMS . 31.
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... Brig appear'd of ancient Pictish race , The very wrinkles Gothic in his face : He seem'd as he wi ' Time had warstl'd lang , Yet teughly doure , he bade an unco bang . New Brig was buskit in a braw new coat , That he , at Lon'on , frae ...
... Brig appear'd of ancient Pictish race , The very wrinkles Gothic in his face : He seem'd as he wi ' Time had warstl'd lang , Yet teughly doure , he bade an unco bang . New Brig was buskit in a braw new coat , That he , at Lon'on , frae ...
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... BRIG . Auld Vandal , ye but show your little mense , Just much about it wi ' your scanty sense ; Will your poor ... BRIG . Conceited gowk ! puff'd up wi ' windy pride ! This mony a year I've stood the flood an ' tide ; And tho ' wi ...
... BRIG . Auld Vandal , ye but show your little mense , Just much about it wi ' your scanty sense ; Will your poor ... BRIG . Conceited gowk ! puff'd up wi ' windy pride ! This mony a year I've stood the flood an ' tide ; And tho ' wi ...
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... BRIG . Fine architecture , trowth , I needs must say't o't ! The L - d be thankit that we've tint the gate o't ! Gaunt , ghastly , ghaist - alluring edifices , Hanging with threat'ning jut , like precipices ; O'er arching , mouldy ...
... BRIG . Fine architecture , trowth , I needs must say't o't ! The L - d be thankit that we've tint the gate o't ! Gaunt , ghastly , ghaist - alluring edifices , Hanging with threat'ning jut , like precipices ; O'er arching , mouldy ...
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... BRIG . Now haud you there ! for faith ye've said enough , And muckle mair than ye can mak to through , As for your priesthood , I shall say but little , Corbies and clergy are a shot right kittle ; But , under favour o ' your langer ...
... BRIG . Now haud you there ! for faith ye've said enough , And muckle mair than ye can mak to through , As for your priesthood , I shall say but little , Corbies and clergy are a shot right kittle ; But , under favour o ' your langer ...
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aith amang auld baith bard birks of Aberfeldy blate blaw blest blythe bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw Brig bright brunstane burn charms claut dear death deil dimin e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flow'rs frae gang gies glen grace guid hame heart Heav'n Highland honest honour ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn Kilmarnock lasses lassie luve maun mony morn mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure plough poem poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead scene Scotland sing skelpin song soul sugh sweet Syne tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro Tune unco weary weel Whare whistle Whyles wild wind winna wretch ye'll ye're
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Страница 182 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!