Poems Chiefly in the Scottish DialectH. Richardson, 1801 |
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... d , or haply prest wi ' care , He left his bed , and took his wayward rout , And down by Simpson's wheel'd the left about : H 2 * A noted tavern at the Auld Brig end . ( Whether ( Whether impell'd by all - directing Fate , To ( 92 )
... d , or haply prest wi ' care , He left his bed , and took his wayward rout , And down by Simpson's wheel'd the left about : H 2 * A noted tavern at the Auld Brig end . ( Whether ( Whether impell'd by all - directing Fate , To ( 92 )
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Robert Burns. ( Whether impell'd by all - directing Fate , To witnefs what I after fhall narrate ; Or whether rapt in meditation high , He wander'd out , he knew not where , nor why ) The drowsy Dungeon - clock + had number'd two , And ...
Robert Burns. ( Whether impell'd by all - directing Fate , To witnefs what I after fhall narrate ; Or whether rapt in meditation high , He wander'd out , he knew not where , nor why ) The drowsy Dungeon - clock + had number'd two , And ...
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... fate is at a clofe , Paft a remead ! The laft , fad cape - ftane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! ITs no the lofs o ' warl's gear , That could fae bitter draw the tear , Or mak our Bardie , dowie , wear The mourning weed : He's loft a ...
... fate is at a clofe , Paft a remead ! The laft , fad cape - ftane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! ITs no the lofs o ' warl's gear , That could fae bitter draw the tear , Or mak our Bardie , dowie , wear The mourning weed : He's loft a ...
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... fate in guid black prent ; But ftill the mair I'm that way bent , Something cries , ' Hoolie ! " I red you , honeft man , tak tent ! Ye'll fhaw your folly . THERE'S THERE'S ither Poets much your betters , ' Far feen ( 38 )
... fate in guid black prent ; But ftill the mair I'm that way bent , Something cries , ' Hoolie ! " I red you , honeft man , tak tent ! Ye'll fhaw your folly . THERE'S THERE'S ither Poets much your betters , ' Far feen ( 38 )
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... heights an ' howes My ruftic fang . I'LL wander on with tentlefs heed , How never - halting moments fpeed , Till fate fhall fnap the brittle thread ; Then , all unknown , I'll lay me with th ' inglorious dead , Forgot M 2 11 ( 139 )
... heights an ' howes My ruftic fang . I'LL wander on with tentlefs heed , How never - halting moments fpeed , Till fate fhall fnap the brittle thread ; Then , all unknown , I'll lay me with th ' inglorious dead , Forgot M 2 11 ( 139 )
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