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Tam O'Shanter by Robert Burns (a souple jade she was.....) ending
Tam O'Shanter by Robert Burns (A souple jade she was and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitchd, And thought his very een enrichd: Even Satan glowrd, and fidgd fu fain, And hotchd and blew wi might and main: Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a thegither, And roars out, Weel done, Cutty-sark! And in an instant all was dark: And scarcely had he Maggie rallied. When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their ...
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Tam O'Shanter by Robert Burns
by the time he was cross the fordBy this time he was cross the ford, Where in the snaw the chapman smoor'd; And past the birks and meikle stane, Where drunken Charlie brak's neck-bane; And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Where hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Where Mungo's mither hang'd hersel'. Before him Doon pours all his floods, The doubling storm roars thro' the woods, The lightnings flash from pole to pole, Near and more near the thunders roll ...
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Tam OShanter by Robert Burns --- Part I
Tam OShanter by Robert Burns drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin to tak the gate, While we sit bousing at the nappy, An' getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles, That lie between us and our hame, Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter: (Auld ...
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Ode for General Washington's Birthday by Robert Burns
Ode for General Washington's Birthday by Robert Burns 466. Ode for General Washingtons Birthday NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; Tis libertys bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, let me take! See gathering thousands, while I sing, 5 A broken chain exulting bring, And dash it in a tyrants face, And dare him to his very beard, And tell him he no more is feared— No more the despot of Columbias race! 10 A tyrants proudest insults bravd, They shout—a People freed! They ...
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