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The works of Robert Burns: containing his life, by John Lockhart, esq. ; the poetry and correspondence of Dr. Currie's edition ; biographical sketches of the poet by himself, Gilbert Burns, Professor Stewart, and others

This volume is a compilation of Robert Burns' works, including his life story as narrated by John Lockhart, his poetry, and correspondence from Dr. Currie's edition. The book also includes biographical sketches of Burns by himself, his brother Gilbert Burns, and other contributors such as Professor Stewart. more

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Robert Burns
Robert Burns

Robert Burns, born on January 25, 1759, and died on July 21, 1796, was a renowned Scottish poet. Known for his accessible poetry style and profound social criticism, Burns' works cover a wide range of themes, including love, nature, and the lives of the working people. more

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