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Há 2 dias · Her body is bestowed well, A handsome grave does hide her; But sure her soul is not in hell, The deil would ne'er abide her. I rather think she is aloft, And imitating thunder; For why, methinks I hear her voice. Tearing the clouds asunder. Robert Burns.
Há 2 dias · I. There was a bonnie lass, And a bonnie, bonnie lass, And she lo'ed her bonnie laddie dear; Till war's loud alarms Tore her laddie frae her arms, Wi' mony a sigh and tear. II. Over sea,
Há 5 dias · Bannockburn. Robert Bruce's Address To His Army. (second Version.) I. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; Welcome to your gory bed, Or to glorious victorie! II. Now's the day, and now's the hour.
Há 5 dias · Poem by Robert Burns. The Vowels. - A Tale. And call the trembling vowels to account. But, ah! deform'd, dishonest to the sight! And flagrant from the scourge he grunted, ai! The justling tears ran down his honest face! Pale he surrenders at the tyrant's throne! He to the nameless, ghastly wretch assign'd.
Há 2 dias · Collected Harry stood awee, Then open 'd out his arm, man: His lordship sat wi' rueful e'e, And ey'd the gathering storm, man; Like wind -driv'n hail it did assail, Or torrents owre a linn, man; The Bench sae wise lift up their eyes, Half-wauken'd wi' the din, man. Robert Burns.
Há 4 dias · Robert Redo of Rye, joiner, answered Francis Godfrey of Rye, joiner, for reporting the words last above recited and for maintaining of divers heresies and errors which are comprehended in writing under his (Rede's) hand. He also accuseth Tate, who is already in prison for striking Mr. Grenewood.
Há 3 dias · Each month we take a look at the most popular pubs and bars in and around Rye and here are the latest top 15 pubs and bars according to our visitors in May, 2024.
