The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and LettersT. Davison, 1826 - 212 lappuses |
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27. lappuse
... dead's a herrin : Niest time we meet , I'll wad a groat , He gets his fairin ! " But just as he began to tell , The auld kirk - hammer strak the bell Some wee short hour ayont the twal , Which raised us baith : I took the way that ...
... dead's a herrin : Niest time we meet , I'll wad a groat , He gets his fairin ! " But just as he began to tell , The auld kirk - hammer strak the bell Some wee short hour ayont the twal , Which raised us baith : I took the way that ...
29. lappuse
... dead . Thence countra wives , wi ' toil an ' pain , May plunge an ' plunge the kirn in vain ; For , oh ! the yellow treasure's taen , By witching skill ; An ' dawtit , twal - pint Hawkie's gaen As yell's the Bill . Thence mystic knots ...
... dead . Thence countra wives , wi ' toil an ' pain , May plunge an ' plunge the kirn in vain ; For , oh ! the yellow treasure's taen , By witching skill ; An ' dawtit , twal - pint Hawkie's gaen As yell's the Bill . Thence mystic knots ...
53. lappuse
... dead ! Thou , Autumn , wi ' thy yellow hair , In grief thy sallow mantle tear ! Thou , Winter , hurling through the air The roaring blast , Wide o'er the naked world declare The worth we've lost . Mourn him , thou Sun , great source of ...
... dead ! Thou , Autumn , wi ' thy yellow hair , In grief thy sallow mantle tear ! Thou , Winter , hurling through the air The roaring blast , Wide o'er the naked world declare The worth we've lost . Mourn him , thou Sun , great source of ...
59. lappuse
... dead , And hope has left my aged ken , On forward wing for ever fled . " Awake , thy last sad voice , my harp ! The voice of woe and wild despair ! Awake , resound thy latest lay , Then sleep in silence evermair ! And thou , my last ...
... dead , And hope has left my aged ken , On forward wing for ever fled . " Awake , thy last sad voice , my harp ! The voice of woe and wild despair ! Awake , resound thy latest lay , Then sleep in silence evermair ! And thou , my last ...
65. lappuse
... dead . " My poor toop - lamb , my son an ' heir , O , bid him breed him up wi ' care ! An ' , if he live to be a beast , To pit some havins in his breast ! An ' warn him , what I winna name , To stay content wi ' yowes at hame ; An ' no ...
... dead . " My poor toop - lamb , my son an ' heir , O , bid him breed him up wi ' care ! An ' , if he live to be a beast , To pit some havins in his breast ! An ' warn him , what I winna name , To stay content wi ' yowes at hame ; An ' no ...
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The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and Letters Alfred Howard Priekšskatījums nav pieejams - 2014 |
The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and Letters Alfred Howard Priekšskatījums nav pieejams - 2014 |
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