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" yet shall whet a sword • That thro' thy soul shall gae ! The weeping blood in woman's breast Was never known to thee ; Nor th' balm that draps on wounds of woe. Frae woman's pitying e'e."* "
The National quarterly review, ed. by E.I. Sears - الصفحة 292
المحررون: - 1872
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Language of flowers, illustr. by K. Greenaway

Language - 1884
...lands, And never ending care. But as for thee, thou false woman, My sister and my fae, Grim vengeance, yet, shall whet a sword That thro' thy soul shall gae: The weeping blood in woman s breast Was never known to thee; Nor tli' balm that draps on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying...

Poetical works ... chronologically arranged, المجلد 2

Robert Burns - 1885
...bands, And never-ending care. But as for thee, thou false woman, My sister and my fae, Grim Vengeance yet shall whet a sword That thro' thy soul shall gae...breast Was never known to thee ; Nor th' balm that drops on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e. My son ! my son ! may kinder stars Upon thy fortune...

The poetical works of Robert Burns, with a prefatory notice by J ..., المجلد 1

Robert Burns - 1885
...thee, thou false woman !— My sister and my fae, Grim Vengeance yet shall whet a sword That through thy soul shall gae ! The weeping blood in woman's breast Was never known to thee ; Nor the balm that draps on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e. My son ! my son ! may kinder stars That...

The Complete Works of Robert Burns (self-interpreting)

Robert Burns - 1886
...bands, And never-ending care. But as for thee, thou false woman, My sister and my fae, Grim Vengeance yet shall whet a sword That thro' thy soul shall gae...breast Was never known to thee ; Nor th' balm that drops on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e. My son ! my son ! may kinder stars Upon thy fortune...

A Complete Word and Phrase Concordance to the Poems and Songs of Robert ...

J. B. Reid - 1889 - عدد الصفحات: 568
...[*rJ . Ib. Balloon. Are mind't, in things they ca' Balloons, To tak a flight, To \V. Simpson, PS Balm. Nor th' balm that draps on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e. Lament of Mary of Scots. The gust o' joy, the balm of woe, The Ans. to the Guidwife. Dropping dews,...

A Complete Word and Phrase Concordance to the Poems and Songs of Robert ...

J. B. Reid - 1889 - عدد الصفحات: 568
...{re.} ¡b. Balloon. Are mind't, in things they ca' Balloons, To tak a flight, To W. Simpson, PS Balm. Nor th' balm that draps on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e. Lament of Mary of Scots. The gust o' joy, the balm of woe, The Ans. to the Guidwife. Dropping dews,...

Select Poems of Robert Burns

Robert Burns - 1896 - عدد الصفحات: 370
...bands, And never-ending care But as for thee, thou false woman, My sister and my fae, Grim vengeance, yet, shall whet a sword That thro' thy soul shall...that draps on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e. My son ! my son ! may kinder stars Upon thy fortune shine ; And may those pleasures gild thy reign,...

The Life and Works of Robert Burns, المجلد 3

Robert Burns - 1896
...bands And never-ending care. But as for thee, thou false woman, My sister and my fae, Grim vengeance yet shall whet a sword That thro' thy soul shall gae...that draps on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e. My Bon ! my son ! may kinder stars Upon thy fortune shine ; And may those pleasures gild thy reign...

The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Notes, Glossary, Index of First ...

Robert Burns - 1896 - عدد الصفحات: 635
...bands. And never-ending care. But as for thee, thou false woman. My sister and my fae, Grim vengeance yet shall whet a sword That thro' thy soul shall gae...that draps on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e. 40 My son ! my son ! may kinder stars Upon thy fortune shine ; And may those pleasures gild thy reign....

The Life and Works of Robert Burns, المجلد 3

Robert Burns - 1896
...woman, My sister and my fae, Grim vengeance yet shall whet a sword That thro' thy soul shall gao ! The weeping blood in woman's breast Was never known...that draps on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e. My son ! my son ! may kinder stars Upon thy fortune shine ; And may those pleasures gild thy reign...




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