The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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... muses of Scotland , and which , if we mistake not , may be safely compared with the lyric poetry of any age or country . The letters of Mr. Burns to Mr. Thomson include the songs he presented to him , some of which appear in different ...
... muses of Scotland , and which , if we mistake not , may be safely compared with the lyric poetry of any age or country . The letters of Mr. Burns to Mr. Thomson include the songs he presented to him , some of which appear in different ...
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... muse , XXXIX . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Bruce to his troops at Bannockburn , " . XL . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Behold the hour , the boat arrive , " " . 105 · 107 · 110 · • 112 XLI . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Observations on " Bruce to his troops ...
... muse , XXXIX . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Bruce to his troops at Bannockburn , " . XL . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " Behold the hour , the boat arrive , " " . 105 · 107 · 110 · • 112 XLI . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Observations on " Bruce to his troops ...
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... Muse immor- tal lives , " presented to Miss Graham of Fintry , with a copy of Mr. Thomson's Collection , · LIII . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Does not expect to hear from Pleyel soon , but desires to be pre- pared with the poetry , • LIV . Mr. B ...
... Muse immor- tal lives , " presented to Miss Graham of Fintry , with a copy of Mr. Thomson's Collection , · LIII . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Does not expect to hear from Pleyel soon , but desires to be pre- pared with the poetry , • LIV . Mr. B ...
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... Muse immortal lives , How can my poor heart be glad , · How cold is that bosom which folly once fired , How cruel are the parents , • How lang and dreary is the night , Husband , husband , cease your strife , I call no goddess to ...
... Muse immortal lives , How can my poor heart be glad , · How cold is that bosom which folly once fired , How cruel are the parents , • How lang and dreary is the night , Husband , husband , cease your strife , I call no goddess to ...
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... small portion of abilities I have , strained to their utmost exertion by the impulse of enthu- siasm . Only , don't hurry me : " Deil tak the hindmost " is by no means the cri de guerre of my muse . Will you , as I am inferior B 2 my.
... small portion of abilities I have , strained to their utmost exertion by the impulse of enthu- siasm . Only , don't hurry me : " Deil tak the hindmost " is by no means the cri de guerre of my muse . Will you , as I am inferior B 2 my.
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Стр. 42 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw ; Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', "Ye are na Mary Morison.
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