The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life , and a Criticism on His Writing. To which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Volume 4T. Cadell and W. Davies ; and W. Creech at Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... Mill , " XIX . Mr. B. to Mr. T. Voice of Coila - Criti- cism - Origin of " The Lass o ' Patie's Mill , " XX . Mr. T. to Mr. B. XXI . Mr. B. to Mr. T. Simplicity requisite in a song - One poet should not mangle the works of another ...
... Mill , " XIX . Mr. B. to Mr. T. Voice of Coila - Criti- cism - Origin of " The Lass o ' Patie's Mill , " XX . Mr. T. to Mr. B. XXI . Mr. B. to Mr. T. Simplicity requisite in a song - One poet should not mangle the works of another ...
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... Mill 41 54 My Nanie's awa · My tocher's the jewel New Year's Day · O for ane and twenty , Tam On the seas and far away · On a Lady famed for her Caprice On a Thrush On Chloris being ill On Life , addressed to Col. De Peyster On Mr ...
... Mill 41 54 My Nanie's awa · My tocher's the jewel New Year's Day · O for ane and twenty , Tam On the seas and far away · On a Lady famed for her Caprice On a Thrush On Chloris being ill On Life , addressed to Col. De Peyster On Mr ...
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... Mill has gotten • 54 O Lassie , art thou sleeping yet ? 220 O leeze me on my spinning wheel O leeze me on my wee thing . 317 22 O Logan , sweetly didst thou glide . O Luve will venture in , where it daur na weel be seen O Mary , at thy ...
... Mill has gotten • 54 O Lassie , art thou sleeping yet ? 220 O leeze me on my spinning wheel O leeze me on my wee thing . 317 22 O Logan , sweetly didst thou glide . O Luve will venture in , where it daur na weel be seen O Mary , at thy ...
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... Mill , Mill O , is a disgrace to the collections in which it has already appeared , and would doubly disgrace a collection that will have the very superior merit of yours . But more of this in the farther prosecution of the business ...
... Mill , Mill O , is a disgrace to the collections in which it has already appeared , and would doubly disgrace a collection that will have the very superior merit of yours . But more of this in the farther prosecution of the business ...
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... MILL MILL O. " WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn , And gentle peace returning , Wi ' mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow mourning : * I left the lines and tented field , Where lang I'd been a lodger , My humble knapsack ...
... MILL MILL O. " WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn , And gentle peace returning , Wi ' mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow mourning : * I left the lines and tented field , Where lang I'd been a lodger , My humble knapsack ...
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Page 217 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
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Page 216 - A man's a man for a' that ; For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that : The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that : For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
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Page 214 - The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn, They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw; They mind me o...