The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, Томи 1 – 3

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Song The Rigs o Barley
35
The First Psalm
42
Song Green Grow the Rashes
49
Song The Belles of Mauchline
55
Epistle to John Goudie of Kilmarnock
85
Epistle to William Simpson a
95
Holy Willies Prayer
103
Third Epistle to John Lapraik
109
Verses to a Mouse a
116
Song My Peggys Face a
121
Second Epistle to Davie
134
The Cotters Saturday Night
141
Address to the Deil
152
On John Dove
158
Epistle to James Smith
176
The Vision a
183
A Winter Night b
197
Soxo Young Peggy blooms 9203
203
Earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch Representatives a
212
The Auld Farmers Newyear Morning Salutation
222
To a Louse a
237
Address to the Unco Guid or the Rigidly Righteous b
246
Verses to Mr John Kennedy
253
Despondency an Ode a
263
Epistle to a Young Friend a
271
Song The Highland Lassie a
277
Song Though Cruel Fate
283
APPENDIX Additional Stanzas of The Vision
294
VOL II
1
On a Scotch Bard gone to the West Indies a 13
13
Farewell to the Brethren of St Jamess Lodge Tor
22
Song The Bonnie Lass o Ballochmyle
28
Willie Chalmers 1
34
The Brigs of Ayr 49
49
Lines on Meeting with Basil Lord Daer
61
Epistle to Major Logan Expostulation on a Rebuke administered by Mrs Lawrie 68
68
Song Bonny Doon
75
Rattlin Roarin Willie 81
81
To a Haggis b 88
88
Verses to Creech Willies Awa
97
Verses in the Inn at Kenmore c 103 105
103
Verses at Fall of Fyers C 110
110
Song Blithe was She d 116
116
Address to Mr William Tytler e 122
122
Contributions to the Second Volume of Johnsons
128
To Clarinda with a pair of Drinkingglasses h 137
137
Song Oh were I on Parnassus Hill d 144
144
Song The Day Returns
150
Mrs Fergussons Lament for the Death of her Son d 156
156
SONG The Blue eyed Lassie d 219
219
Prologue at Dumfries Theatre
226
My Heart is abreaking dear Tittie d 242
242
Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson c 253
253
Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the Approach
273
Address to the Shade of Thomson 286
286
Song of Death e 292
292
Song Behold the Hour the Boat arrive 299
299
SONG Bonny Lesley
306
Contributions to the Fourth Volume of Johnsons
1
Soxg My Wifes a Winsome Wee Thing e 27
27
To Miss Fontenelle on seeing her in a Favourite Char
34
Song Heres a Health to them thats awa h 40
40
Sonnet written on the 25th January 1793 46
46
49
49
Song Open the Door to me oh 53
53
Song Yestreen I got a Pint of Wine 59
59
Song Logan Braes 6 65
65
Song Phillis the Fair e 71
71
SONG Adown winding Nith I did Wander e 77
77
Song Behold the Hour 3
83
Song My Spouse Nancy
89
Contributions to the Fifth Volume of Johnsons
98
Could aught of Song 109
109
Sonnet on the Death of Riddel of Glenriddel We 117
117
Song The Tree of Liberty 1123
123
Song Ca the Yowes to the Knowes e 129
129
The Lovers Morning Salute to his Mistress e 136
136
Song It was the Charming Month of May e 142
142
Song Contented wi Little e 149
149
SONG O Lassie art thou Sleeping yet? e 155
155
Song The Dumfries Volunteers d 169
169
Song Address to the Woodlark
175
SONG Forlorn my Love no Comfort near 182
182
Song Bonny was yon Rosy Brier e 189
189
To Collector Mitchell e 197
197
Song Hey for a Lass wi a Tocher
204
Epigrams on Jessy Lewars
212
Song wha is she that loes me 220
220
Old Songs Improved by Burns d 258
258
am my Mammys ae Bairn 259
259
First when Maggy was my Care 266
266
Wha is that at my Bower Door? 272
272
It is na Jean thy Bonny Face 278
278
Kenmures on and awa 284
284
Jocky Fou and Jenny Fain 291
291
The Lass that made the Bed to me 297
297
Bannocks o Barley 303
303
Robin shure in Hairst
310

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