The Poetical Works: Of Robert Fergusson, with the Life of the Author. By David Irving. Embellished with Three Elegant Engravings. Chapman and Lang's EditionChapman and Lang, 1800 - 223 psl. |
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aften Arthur's Seat Auld Reikie baith beauty blaw blest blythe bonny braw breeze browster busk caller canna canty cheer chiel cottar cou'd death dowy e'en e'er Eclogue Edina's Elegy ev'ry fair Fancy Fergusson Fife flow'rs fock frae friends gales glowr green groves hail hame happy hath heart heeze ilka lads lang's lasses lyre maun mind mirth mony morn mourn Muse Nae mair Naiads ne'er never night numbers o'er plain poem poet poortith pow'r ROBERT FERGUSSON round SAMUEL JOHNSON scene seenil shade shepherd shore shou'd sighs siller simmer sing smiles song spring strain streams swain sweet thee thir thole thou thro tongue trow Twas unco virtue voice wame weel weet Whan Whare Whase Whilk wing wirrikow wonted yence youth
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