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| The Poetry of Sorley MacLean: Reinvention and Reparation |
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| The Poet's Landscape: Shifting Boundaries Emma Dymock |
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| Sorley MacLean: Biographical Outline |
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| Select Bibliography |
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2 | (4) |
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6 | (1) |
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6 | (1) |
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6 | (2) |
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8 | (6) |
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14 | (2) |
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16 | (2) |
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18 | (2) |
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20 | (1) |
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22 | (1) |
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22 | (4) |
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26 | (4) |
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30 | (1) |
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30 | (1) |
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30 | (1) |
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To Mr Neville Chamberlain |
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31 | (1) |
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To the Judge who told John MacLean that he was a coward |
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32 | (1) |
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32 | (1) |
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32 | (4) |
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36 | (36) |
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2 Extracts from `An Cuilithionn' (1939) |
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From Part I A croft that would please my kind |
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72 | (4) |
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From Part II And the press of Clyde's capitalism |
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76 | (4) |
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From Part III You are the bog of grace |
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80 | (2) |
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From Part VI Dimitrov brandished in Leipzig |
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82 | (1) |
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From Part VII Landauer, Liebknecht, Eisner, Toller |
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82 | (4) |
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86 | (10) |
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I Girl of the red-gold hair |
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96 | (1) |
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96 | (2) |
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III Never has such turmoil |
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98 | (1) |
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IV Girl of the yellow, heavy-yellow, gold-yellow hair |
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98 | (2) |
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V Red-haired girl, heavy the burden |
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100 | (2) |
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VI In spite of the uproar of slaughter |
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102 | (2) |
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VIII I thought that I believed from you |
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104 | (1) |
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IX I spoke of the beauty of your face |
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104 | (1) |
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X Maybe the variously swift lyric art |
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104 | (1) |
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XI Often when I called Edinburgh |
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104 | (2) |
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XII Four there are to whom I gave love |
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106 | (1) |
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XIII To my eyes you were Deirdre |
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106 | (2) |
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XIV The Selling of a Soul |
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108 | (2) |
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110 | (1) |
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XVI How could I be entitled |
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110 | (4) |
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XVII Multitude of the skies |
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114 | (1) |
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114 | (6) |
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XIX I gave you immortality |
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120 | (2) |
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XX If I had the ability I wish for |
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122 | (1) |
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XXI What does it matter to me, my place |
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122 | (2) |
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XXIII I walked with my reason |
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124 | (2) |
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XXIII Deaf, agitated, angry |
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126 | (2) |
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XXIV When you said that beauty |
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128 | (2) |
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XXV I'd prefer, to stealing fire |
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130 | (1) |
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XXVI Red-haired girl, were I to get your kiss |
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130 | (1) |
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XXVII The critic said that my art |
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130 | (1) |
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130 | (2) |
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132 | (2) |
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XXX A Bolshevik who never gave heed |
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134 | (1) |
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XXXI William Ross, what should we say |
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134 | (1) |
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XXXII Let me lop off with sharp blade every grace |
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134 | (2) |
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XXXIII The lot of poets is not |
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136 | (1) |
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XXXIV When I speak of the face |
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136 | (1) |
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XXXV Come before me, gentle night |
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136 | (2) |
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XXXVI I should have sold my soul |
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138 | (1) |
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XXXVII It is not the beauty of your body |
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138 | (1) |
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XXXVIII I talked of selling a soul |
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138 | (1) |
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XXXIX As the slow embers of the fire |
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138 | (1) |
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XL I am not striving with the tree that will not bend for me |
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138 | (2) |
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XLI My love for you has gone beyond poetry |
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140 | (1) |
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140 | (2) |
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XLIII But for you the Cuillin would be |
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142 | (2) |
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XLIV Though a hundred years are long |
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144 | (1) |
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XLV The knife of my brain made incision |
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144 | (2) |
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XLVI We are together, dear |
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146 | (1) |
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XLVIa There was strife between my heart |
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146 | (1) |
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XLVII Remorse after the kisses |
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146 | (4) |
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XLVIII With you my humility |
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150 | (2) |
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L Grief is only a nothing |
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152 | (1) |
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LI My prudence said to my heart |
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152 | (2) |
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LII To my steady gaze you were a star |
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154 | (2) |
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LIII I lighdy hold the great revolution |
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156 | (1) |
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LIV You were dawn on the Cuillin |
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156 | (1) |
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LV I do not see the sense of my toil |
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156 | (2) |
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LVI In my ten years of labour |
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158 | (1) |
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158 | (8) |
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166 | (2) |
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LIX Carmichael, I often think |
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168 | (1) |
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LX When I saw the red hair last night |
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168 | (2) |
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170 | (4) |
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174 | (1) |
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174 | (2) |
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If I Go Up To Yonder Town |
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176 | (1) |
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176 | (2) |
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178 | (2) |
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180 | (1) |
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180 | (1) |
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180 | (2) |
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182 | (1) |
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182 | (2) |
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184 | (4) |
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188 | (1) |
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188 | (4) |
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192 | (1) |
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192 | (1) |
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To a Depraved Lying Woman |
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192 | (2) |
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The Two Gehennas, 1939--44 |
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194 | (4) |
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5 Battlefield (1942--1943) |
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198 | (2) |
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200 | (2) |
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202 | (10) |
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Paradise Lost: the Argument |
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212 | (1) |
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212 | (6) |
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218 | (1) |
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A Summer Afternoon: the Sound of Raasay |
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218 | (1) |
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`Who Worked as Hard as You?' |
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218 | (4) |
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222 | (2) |
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224 | (4) |
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228 | (2) |
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230 | (4) |
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234 | (2) |
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A Memory of Alexander Nicolson, One of My Uncles |
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236 | (2) |
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238 | (2) |
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240 | (2) |
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242 | (1) |
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242 | (2) |
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244 | (1) |
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Twenty-Five Years from Richmond |
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244 | (4) |
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248 | (2) |
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250 | (2) |
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252 | (4) |
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The Field of the Two Descents |
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256 | (4) |
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260 | (2) |
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262 | (4) |
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A poem made when the Gaelic Society of Inverness was a hundred years old |
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266 | (4) |
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The National Museum of Ireland |
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270 | (2) |
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272 | (1) |
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272 | (4) |
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Elegy for Calum I. MacLean |
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276 | (16) |
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292 | (2) |
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294 | (22) |
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316 | (2) |
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318 | (1) |
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318 | (2) |
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320 | (8) |
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328 | (6) |
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334 | (2) |
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336 | (2) |
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338 | (2) |
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A Waxing Moon Above Sleat |
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340 | (4) |
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344 | (12) |
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356 | (10) |
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366 | (8) |
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374 | (4) |
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378 | (10) |
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388 | (14) |
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402 | (16) |
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418 | (1) |
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418 | (2) |
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To the Pope who offered thanks to God for the fall of Barcelona |
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420 | (1) |
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Greeting to Kennedy-Fraser |
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420 | (1) |
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420 | (1) |
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`Venerable George MacLean' |
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420 | (2) |
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422 | (1) |
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422 | (1) |
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422 | (4) |
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My love in the plundered garden |
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426 | (1) |
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426 | (2) |
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`Making a laughing-stock of my gifts' |
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428 | (1) |
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`What did you get, my heart' |
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428 | (1) |
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`You ruined everything there was' |
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428 | (2) |
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430 | (1) |
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`I thought she suffered from an infirmity' |
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430 | (1) |
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`Woman who was fond of a playboy' |
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432 | (1) |
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`Pride caused you to stay' |
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To the Rev. Thomas M. Murchison at the Gaelic Society of Inverness Dinner 14.IV.61 |
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434 | (2) |
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`Is the world going to wake up anywhere' |
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436 | (4) |
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440 | (1) |
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440 | (2) |
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442 | (2) |
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For Sir Lachlan MacLean of Duart on the 80th anniversary of the restoration of the Castle |
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444 | (2) |
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`That breaking means a double breaking' |
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446 | (1) |
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446 | (4) |
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`The mountains are speechless' |
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450 | (5) |
| Notes |
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455 | (43) |
| Index of First Lines |
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498 | (9) |
| Locations |
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507 | (3) |
| Glossary of Place-names |
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Lisainfo e-raamatute kohta