The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1857 |
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... arms they understand , Their labours ply . VOL . VII . * * * Of these am I - Coila my name ; And this district as mine I claim , Where once the Campbells , chiefs of fame , Held ruling power : I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame , Thy ...
... arms they understand , Their labours ply . VOL . VII . * * * Of these am I - Coila my name ; And this district as mine I claim , Where once the Campbells , chiefs of fame , Held ruling power : I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame , Thy ...
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... arms of his Jean . Her father had again to curse her for her infatuated love of her husband for such , if not by the law of Scotland , which may be doubtful , Burns certainly was by the law of heaven -and like a good Christian had ...
... arms of his Jean . Her father had again to curse her for her infatuated love of her husband for such , if not by the law of Scotland , which may be doubtful , Burns certainly was by the law of heaven -and like a good Christian had ...
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... arms , My friends , my brothers ! " Yet after all , " the four - gill chap " clattered but on paper . Lapraik was an elderly man of sober life , impoverished by a false friend in whom he had confided ; and Burns , who wore good clothes ...
... arms , My friends , my brothers ! " Yet after all , " the four - gill chap " clattered but on paper . Lapraik was an elderly man of sober life , impoverished by a false friend in whom he had confided ; and Burns , who wore good clothes ...
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... arms In hungry droves . Their gun's a burden on their shouther ; They downa bide the stink o ' pouther ; Their bauldest thought's a hank❜rin swither To stand or rin , Till skelp - a shot - they're aff , a ' throwther , To save their ...
... arms In hungry droves . Their gun's a burden on their shouther ; They downa bide the stink o ' pouther ; Their bauldest thought's a hank❜rin swither To stand or rin , Till skelp - a shot - they're aff , a ' throwther , To save their ...
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... arm ! Wha wi ' Will could rin or wrastle , Throw the sledge or toss the bar ? Hap what would , he stood a castle , Or for safety or for war . Warm his heart , and mild as manfu ' , Wi ' the bauld he bauld wad be ; But to friends wha had ...
... arm ! Wha wi ' Will could rin or wrastle , Throw the sledge or toss the bar ? Hap what would , he stood a castle , Or for safety or for war . Warm his heart , and mild as manfu ' , Wi ' the bauld he bauld wad be ; But to friends wha had ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1857 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1865 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1857 |
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside auld ballad bard beautiful believe breast breath Burns's called character charm Christabel clouds Coleridge Colonsay Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight dream Dumfries earth Ellisland evil eyes face fancy father fear feel felt frae gauger genius George Thomson Grasmere hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil honour hope hour human imagination inspired knew labour lady light living look Mauchline mind moral morning Mossgiel nature never noble o'er once passion perhaps pity poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride racter Robert Burns round Scotland Scots wha hae Scottish seems Shanter Shuffler sing smile song soul spirit strong sweet tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice walk whole wife wild William Burnes wonder words youth
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