The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and LettersT. Davison, 1826 - 212 lappuses |
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3. lappuse
... winter hap , And thack and rape secure the toil - won crap ; Potatoe - bings are snugged up fra skaith Of coming Winter's biting , frosty breath ; The bees , rejoicing o'er their summer toils , Unnumber'd buds an ' flowers ' delicious ...
... winter hap , And thack and rape secure the toil - won crap ; Potatoe - bings are snugged up fra skaith Of coming Winter's biting , frosty breath ; The bees , rejoicing o'er their summer toils , Unnumber'd buds an ' flowers ' delicious ...
5. lappuse
... forfairn , I'll be a brig , when ye're a shapeless cairn ! As yet ye little ken about the matter , But twa - three winters will inform ye better . * A noted ford , just above the Auld Brig . When heavy , dark , continued , a ' - BURNS .
... forfairn , I'll be a brig , when ye're a shapeless cairn ! As yet ye little ken about the matter , But twa - three winters will inform ye better . * A noted ford , just above the Auld Brig . When heavy , dark , continued , a ' - BURNS .
9. lappuse
... Winter's time - bleach'd locks did hoary show , By Hospitality with cloudless brow ; Next follow'd Courage with his martial stride , From where the Feal wild - woody coverts hide ; * A well - known performer of Scottish music on the ...
... Winter's time - bleach'd locks did hoary show , By Hospitality with cloudless brow ; Next follow'd Courage with his martial stride , From where the Feal wild - woody coverts hide ; * A well - known performer of Scottish music on the ...
10. lappuse
... winter - day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The blackening trains o ' craws to their repose ; The toil - worn Cotter frae his labour goes ; This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades ...
... winter - day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The blackening trains o ' craws to their repose ; The toil - worn Cotter frae his labour goes ; This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades ...
28. lappuse
... dyke she's heard you bummin , Wi ' eerie drone ; Or , rustlin , through the boortries comin , Wi ' heavy groan . Ae dreary , windy , winter night , The stars shot down wi ' sklentin light , Wi ' you , mysel , I gat a fright 28 BURNS . 28.
... dyke she's heard you bummin , Wi ' eerie drone ; Or , rustlin , through the boortries comin , Wi ' heavy groan . Ae dreary , windy , winter night , The stars shot down wi ' sklentin light , Wi ' you , mysel , I gat a fright 28 BURNS . 28.
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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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ain dear amang ance auld bard Beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blate blaw blest bonnie Doon bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane canna cauld charms Cutty-sark dearest deil e'en e'er fair fate flowers fortune's frae glen green guid Halloween hame heart Heaven honest honour horse-leech hour humble ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn Laird lasses life's lo'es Lord Gregory luve Mailie maun mind mony morning mourn muse nae mair Nancy Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er Out-owre owre pleasure poor posie pride rhyme roar round sang Scotland sing smile song soul stream sugh swearin sweet Syne tear tell tender thee thegither There's thou unco wander warlock weary weel Whare Whyles wild winds winter wretch Ye'll younkers
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