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The Works of Robert Burns. With Life by Allan Cunningham, and Notes by Gilbert Burns [and Others], Etc. [With a Portrait and Facsimiles.]

This volume is a definitive compilation of Robert Burns' literary works, featuring his famous poems and songs. It is enriched with a detailed biography by Allan Cunningham and critical annotations by Gilbert Burns and others. The book also includes a portrait of Burns and facsimiles of his original manuscripts. 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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