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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
The Toadeater
Of Lordly acquaintance you boast, And the Dukes that you dined wi’ yestreen, Yet an insect’s an insect at most, Tho’ it crawl on the curl of a Queen!
Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington
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Poem On Sensibility
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