A Dream (Robert Burns Poems)
Guid-Mornin' to our Majesty!May Heaven augment your blissesOn ev'ry new birth-day ye see,A humble poet wishes.My bardship here, at your ...
Guid-Mornin' to our Majesty!May Heaven augment your blissesOn ev'ry new birth-day ye see,A humble poet wishes.My bardship here, at your ...
Parson, I'm a maverick, just runnin' loose an' grazin',Eatin' where's th' greenest grass an' drinkin' where I choose;Had to rustle ...
Kept up by relays of generations youngNever dies at halyards the blithe chorus sung;While in sands, sounds, and seas where ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
'Again the sun is hot and high in heaven;The rustic sweats beneath the sultry ray;The idler seeks the shady walk; ...
THEN the baleful fiend its fire belched out,and bright homes burned. The blaze stood highall landsfolk frighting. No living thingwould ...
Me an' the old road, goin' along together,The old road listenin'—talkin' through the leather.Friends? Why, we are cobbers, the old ...
NOT in any wise would the earls'-defen ce suffer that slaughterous stranger to live,useless deeming his days and yearsto men ...
The old days, the old days, how oft the poets sing,The days of hope at dewy morn, the days of ...
You needn't be rich to be happy,You needn't be famous to smile; There are joys for the poorest of toilersIf ...
They could not tell me who should be my lord, But I could read from every word they said The ...
I'll keep a little tavern Below the high hill's crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
Oh the wife she tried to tell me that 'twas nothing but the thrumming Of a wood-pecker a-rapping on the ...
Three maids there were in meadow bright, The eldest less then seven; Their eyes were dancing with delight, And innocent ...
To rest my fagged brain now and then, When wearied of my proper labors, I lay aside my lagging pen ...
The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, After the hard day's shearing, passing the joke along: ...
I'll keep a little tavern Below the high hill's crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down and rest. ...
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