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Title: The poetical works and letters of Robert Burns
Year: 1869 (1860s)
Authors: Burns, Robert, 1759-1796
Subjects: Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 Poets, Scottish
Publisher: Edinburgh, Gall & Inglis
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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nd all oyer; To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain;Grace, beauty, and elegance fetter her lover, . And maidenly modesty fixes the chain. O fresh is the rose in the gay dewy morning, And sweet is the lily at evening close;But in the fair presence o lovely young Jessie Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose.Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring; Enthroned in her een he delivers his law: eyes And still to her charms she alone is a stranger— Her modest demeanours the jewel of a 1 THE SOLDIERS RETURN.Am—The Mill, Mill 0. When wild wars deadly blast was blawn, blown And gentle peace returning,Wi mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a widow mourning: * many I left the lines and tented field, Where lang Id been a lodger, long My humble knapsack a my wealth, A poor but honest sodger. soldier A leal, light heart was in my breast, true My hand unstained wi plunder:And for fair Scotia, hame again, home I cheery on did wander.I thought upon the banks o* Coil, I thought upon my Nancy;
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