Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. A New Edition, Considerably Enlarged. ...T. Cadell jun. and W. Davies, London; and William Creech, Edinburgh, 1798 |
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... Matthew's course was bright ; His foul was like the glorious fun , A matchlefs Heav'nly Light ! O DEATH ! thou tyrant fell and bloody ! The meikle devil wi ' a woodie Haurl Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie , O'er hurcheon ( 168 )
... Matthew's course was bright ; His foul was like the glorious fun , A matchlefs Heav'nly Light ! O DEATH ! thou tyrant fell and bloody ! The meikle devil wi ' a woodie Haurl Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie , O'er hurcheon ( 168 )
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... Matthew , Nature's fel fhall mourn By wood and wild , Where , haply , Pity ftrays forlorn , Frae man exil'd . Ye hills , near neebors o ' the starns , That proudly cock your cresting cairns ! Ye cliffs , the haunts of failing yearns ...
... Matthew , Nature's fel fhall mourn By wood and wild , Where , haply , Pity ftrays forlorn , Frae man exil'd . Ye hills , near neebors o ' the starns , That proudly cock your cresting cairns ! Ye cliffs , the haunts of failing yearns ...
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... of light ! Mourn , Emprefs of the filent night ! And you , ye twinkling ftarnies bright , My Matthew mourn ! For through your orbs he's taen his flight , Ne'er to return . 0 , O , H ******** ! the man ! the brother ( 173 ) ·
... of light ! Mourn , Emprefs of the filent night ! And you , ye twinkling ftarnies bright , My Matthew mourn ! For through your orbs he's taen his flight , Ne'er to return . 0 , O , H ******** ! the man ! the brother ( 173 ) ·
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... . THE EPITAPH . STOP , paffenger ! my story's brief , And truth I fhall relate , man ; I tell nae common tale o ' grief , For Matthew was a great man . If thou uncommon merit hast , Yet fpurn'd at Fortune's If ( 174 )
... . THE EPITAPH . STOP , paffenger ! my story's brief , And truth I fhall relate , man ; I tell nae common tale o ' grief , For Matthew was a great man . If thou uncommon merit hast , Yet fpurn'd at Fortune's If ( 174 )
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... Matthew was a poor man . If thou a noble fodger art , That paffeft by this grave , man , There moulders here a gallant heart ; For Matthew was a brave man . If thou on men , their works and ways , Canft throw uncommon light , man ; Here ...
... Matthew was a poor man . If thou a noble fodger art , That paffeft by this grave , man , There moulders here a gallant heart ; For Matthew was a brave man . If thou on men , their works and ways , Canft throw uncommon light , man ; Here ...
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