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 He alone , Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord — its various tone, Each spring — its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.  The poetical works of Robert Burns. [With] (Memoir of Burns, by sir H. Nicolas). - Seite 91 von Robert Burns - 1866 Vollansicht -
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