Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ...William Magee, 1793 |
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... tell the world that I glory in the title . - I come to congratulate my Country , that the blood of her ancient he- roes fill runs uncontaminated ; and that from your courage , knowledge , and public Spirit , She may expect protection ...
... tell the world that I glory in the title . - I come to congratulate my Country , that the blood of her ancient he- roes fill runs uncontaminated ; and that from your courage , knowledge , and public Spirit , She may expect protection ...
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... tell what new taxation's comin , An ' ferlie at the folk in Lon❜on . As bleak fac'd Hallowmas returns , They get the jovial ranting Kirns , When rural life , of every station , Unite in common recreation ; Love blinks , Wit flaps , an ...
... tell what new taxation's comin , An ' ferlie at the folk in Lon❜on . As bleak fac'd Hallowmas returns , They get the jovial ranting Kirns , When rural life , of every station , Unite in common recreation ; Love blinks , Wit flaps , an ...
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... tell me , mafter Cefar , Sure great folks life's a life o ' pleasure ? Nae cauld nor hunger e'er can fteer them , The vara thought o't need na fear them . CESAR . L - d , man , were ye but whyles whare I The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ...
... tell me , mafter Cefar , Sure great folks life's a life o ' pleasure ? Nae cauld nor hunger e'er can fteer them , The vara thought o't need na fear them . CESAR . L - d , man , were ye but whyles whare I The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ...
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... tell , Poor plackless devils like myfell , * It fets you ill , Wi ' bitter , dearthfu ' wines to mell , Or foreign gill . May gravels round his blather wrench , An ' gouts torment him , inch by inch , Wha ' twifts his gruntle wi ' a ...
... tell , Poor plackless devils like myfell , * It fets you ill , Wi ' bitter , dearthfu ' wines to mell , Or foreign gill . May gravels round his blather wrench , An ' gouts torment him , inch by inch , Wha ' twifts his gruntle wi ' a ...
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... like to brufl ! This was wrote before the A & t aneht the Scotch Distille- ries , of feffion 1786 ; for which Scotland and the Author re- turn their moft g : ateful thanks . Tell them whae hae the chief direction , Scotland an [ 18 ]
... like to brufl ! This was wrote before the A & t aneht the Scotch Distille- ries , of feffion 1786 ; for which Scotland and the Author re- turn their moft g : ateful thanks . Tell them whae hae the chief direction , Scotland an [ 18 ]
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