The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition; Exhibited Under a New Plan of Arrangement, and Preceded by a Life of the Author, and a Complete Glossary ...W. Borradaile, 1826 |
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... in lasting rest ; Perhaps upon his mould'ring breast Some spitefu ' muirfowl bigs her nest , To hatch an ' breed ; Alas ! nae mair he'll them molest ! Tam Samson's dead ! When August winds the heather wave , And sportsmen wander 138 POEMS ,
... in lasting rest ; Perhaps upon his mould'ring breast Some spitefu ' muirfowl bigs her nest , To hatch an ' breed ; Alas ! nae mair he'll them molest ! Tam Samson's dead ! When August winds the heather wave , And sportsmen wander 138 POEMS ,
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... wave , And sportsmen wander by yon grave , Three volleys let his mem'ry crave O ' pouther an ' lead , Till echo answer frae her cave , Tam Samson's dead ! Heav'n rest his saul , where'er he be ! Is the wish o ' monie mae than me ; He ...
... wave , And sportsmen wander by yon grave , Three volleys let his mem'ry crave O ' pouther an ' lead , Till echo answer frae her cave , Tam Samson's dead ! Heav'n rest his saul , where'er he be ! Is the wish o ' monie mae than me ; He ...
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... wave , And time is setting with me , Oh ! False friends , false love , farewell ! for mair I'll ne'er trouble them nor thee , Oh ! She has open'd the door , she has open'd it wide ; She sees his pale corse on the plain , Oh ! My true ...
... wave , And time is setting with me , Oh ! False friends , false love , farewell ! for mair I'll ne'er trouble them nor thee , Oh ! She has open'd the door , she has open'd it wide ; She sees his pale corse on the plain , Oh ! My true ...
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... wave in the breeze , All freshly steep'd in morning dews . In vain to me the cowslips blaw , In vain to me the vi'lets spring ; In vain to me , in glen or shaw , The mavis and the lintwhite sing . The merry plough - boy cheers his team ...
... wave in the breeze , All freshly steep'd in morning dews . In vain to me the cowslips blaw , In vain to me the vi'lets spring ; In vain to me , in glen or shaw , The mavis and the lintwhite sing . The merry plough - boy cheers his team ...
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... waves , I leave to tyrants and their slaves ;; Give me the stream that sweetly laves The banks by Castle Gordon , Spicy ... wave , I leave the tyrant and the slave , Give me the groves that lofty brave The storms by Castle Gordon Wildly ...
... waves , I leave to tyrants and their slaves ;; Give me the stream that sweetly laves The banks by Castle Gordon , Spicy ... wave , I leave the tyrant and the slave , Give me the groves that lofty brave The storms by Castle Gordon Wildly ...
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