Address To The Tooth-Ache (Robert Burns Poems)
My curse upon your venom'd stang,That shoots my tortur'd gums alang;And thro' my lugs gies mony a twang,Wi' gnawing vengeance;Tearing ...
My curse upon your venom'd stang,That shoots my tortur'd gums alang;And thro' my lugs gies mony a twang,Wi' gnawing vengeance;Tearing ...
Pardon, _sweete flower of Matchles poetrie,And fairest bud the red rose euer bare;Although my Muse, devorst from deeper care,Presents thee ...
I 'T is the middle of night on the Greenfield farm And the creatures are huddled to keep them from ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,the dark one, that other me?1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALSAngel ...
Howdy sistah Tootles! Ah's jes' er passin' by. Thought I'd kindah drap in Let yo' kno' revival's nigh. Hain't seed ...
Dear Sir of late delighted with the sightOf your four Sisters cloth'd in black and white,Of fairer Dames the Sun, ...
The burn was big wi' spate,An' there cam' tum'lin' doonTapsalteerie the half o' a gate,Wi' an auld fish-hake an' a ...
Flie vale-bred Muse to heauen-high Mont-ague Honoring thy playnesse with so quaint aspire It is a baggard Hawke ...
Go forth lytell boke, and do thy selfe presentUnto my yonge ladyes, & maydes of eche a statePrayenge them with ...
FIRST when Maggie was my care, Heav'n, I thought, was in her air, Now we're married-speir nae mair, But whistle ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
IS there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare ...
I HOLD it, sir, my bounden duty To warn you how that Master Tootie, Alias, Laird M'Gaun, Was here to ...
MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green ...
MY curse upon your venom'd stang, That shoots my tortur'd gums alang, An' thro' my lug gies mony a twang, ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
Is there, for honest Poverty That hings his head, and a' that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
"Angels of the love affair, do you know that other, the dark one, that other me?" 1. ANGEL OF FIRE ...
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