Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ... |
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SOME OME books are lies frae end to end , And some great lies were never
penn'd ; Evin Ministers they hae been kenn's , In holy rapture , Great lies and
nonsense baith to vend , And nail't wi ' Scripture . But this that I am gaun to tell ,
Which ...
SOME OME books are lies frae end to end , And some great lies were never
penn'd ; Evin Ministers they hae been kenn's , In holy rapture , Great lies and
nonsense baith to vend , And nail't wi ' Scripture . But this that I am gaun to tell ,
Which ...
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It's hardly in a body's pow'r To keep , at times , frae being four , To see how things
are shar'd ; · How belt o'chiels are whyles in want , While Coofs on countless
thousands rant And ken na how to wair't : But ravie , lad , ne'er fash your head ...
It's hardly in a body's pow'r To keep , at times , frae being four , To see how things
are shar'd ; · How belt o'chiels are whyles in want , While Coofs on countless
thousands rant And ken na how to wair't : But ravie , lad , ne'er fash your head ...
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He's gane ! he's gane ! he's frae us torn , The ae best fellow e'er was born ! Thee ,
Matthew , Nature's fel shall mourn By wood and wild , Where , haply , Pity strays
forlorn , Frae man exil'd , Ye hills , near neebors o ' the starns , That proudly ...
He's gane ! he's gane ! he's frae us torn , The ae best fellow e'er was born ! Thee ,
Matthew , Nature's fel shall mourn By wood and wild , Where , haply , Pity strays
forlorn , Frae man exil'd , Ye hills , near neebors o ' the starns , That proudly ...
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Robert Burns. MI Ye houlets , frae your ivy bower , In some auld tree , or eldritch
tower , What time the moon , wi ' filent glowr , Sets up her horn , Wail thro ' the
dreary midnight hour Till waukrife morn . FC O , rivers , forests , hills , and plains !
Robert Burns. MI Ye houlets , frae your ivy bower , In some auld tree , or eldritch
tower , What time the moon , wi ' filent glowr , Sets up her horn , Wail thro ' the
dreary midnight hour Till waukrife morn . FC O , rivers , forests , hills , and plains !
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Haff - felld wi ' fear , and drooked weel , He frae the mire dught hardly speel ; But ,
frae that time , the filly chiel ' Did never grien To cast his cantrips wi ' the De'il , At
Hallow - e'en . O Scotland ! fam'd for scenes like this , That thy fous wauk ...
Haff - felld wi ' fear , and drooked weel , He frae the mire dught hardly speel ; But ,
frae that time , the filly chiel ' Did never grien To cast his cantrips wi ' the De'il , At
Hallow - e'en . O Scotland ! fam'd for scenes like this , That thy fous wauk ...
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Amang auld Bard Beneath better blow bonie corn dead dear Death e'en e'er ev'ry face fair faith fame fate fear fight fing fire firſt fome frae grace green guid hand head hear heart hills honeſt hope hour humble juſt kind laſt light look mair mark maun meet mind mony morn mourn Nature ne'er never night noble o'er owre play pleaſure poor pow'r pride race roar round ſae ſay Scotch Scotland ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmall ſome ſtill ſweet tear tell thee There's thoſe thou thought thro Till true tune turn unco weary weel whoſe Whyles wild wind worth ye're young
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