Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 2Adam Neill and Company, 1800 |
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... , modeft , crimson - tipped flow'r , Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the ftoure Thy flender ftem . To spare thee now is past my pow'r , Thou bonnie gem . Alas ! Alas ! its no thy neebor fweet , The bonnie ( 41 )
... , modeft , crimson - tipped flow'r , Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the ftoure Thy flender ftem . To spare thee now is past my pow'r , Thou bonnie gem . Alas ! Alas ! its no thy neebor fweet , The bonnie ( 41 )
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... Gardens yield , High fhelt'ring woods and wa's maun fhield ; But thou , beneath the random bield O ' clod or ftane , Adorns the hiftie ftibble - field , Unseen , alane . There , There , in thy fcanty mantle clad , Thy fnawie ( 42 )
... Gardens yield , High fhelt'ring woods and wa's maun fhield ; But thou , beneath the random bield O ' clod or ftane , Adorns the hiftie ftibble - field , Unseen , alane . There , There , in thy fcanty mantle clad , Thy fnawie ( 42 )
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... maun do , Sir , wi ' them wha Maun please the Great Folk for a wamefou ; For me ! fae laigh I needna bow , For , Lord be thankit , I can plough ; And when I downa yoke à naig , Then , Lord be thankit , I can beg ; Sae I fhall fay , an ...
... maun do , Sir , wi ' them wha Maun please the Great Folk for a wamefou ; For me ! fae laigh I needna bow , For , Lord be thankit , I can plough ; And when I downa yoke à naig , Then , Lord be thankit , I can beg ; Sae I fhall fay , an ...
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Robert Burns. The Patron , ( Sir , ye maun forgie me , I winna lie , come what will o ' me ) , On ev'ry hand it will allow'd be , He's just - naé better than he should be . I readily and freely grant , He downa fee poor man want ; What's ...
Robert Burns. The Patron , ( Sir , ye maun forgie me , I winna lie , come what will o ' me ) , On ev'ry hand it will allow'd be , He's just - naé better than he should be . I readily and freely grant , He downa fee poor man want ; What's ...
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... maun own , as monie ftill As far abufe me . There's ae wee faut they whiles lay to me , I like the laffes - Gude forgie me ! For monie a plack they wheedle frae me , At dance or fair ; Maybe fome ither thing they gie me They weel can ...
... maun own , as monie ftill As far abufe me . There's ae wee faut they whiles lay to me , I like the laffes - Gude forgie me ! For monie a plack they wheedle frae me , At dance or fair ; Maybe fome ither thing they gie me They weel can ...
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