A Winter Night (Robert Burns Poems)
1 When biting Boreas, fell and doure,2 Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;3 When Phobus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,4 Far ...
1 When biting Boreas, fell and doure,2 Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;3 When Phobus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,4 Far ...
NOW rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, ...
O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet, Or are ye waukin, I wad wit? For Love has bound me hand an' ...
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sin syne hae o'er us ...
O STAY, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy ...
YE banks and braes o' bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye ...
YE flowery banks o' bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And ...
Chorus.-Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she but and ben; Blythe by the banks of Earn, And blythe ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
SWEET are the banks-the banks o' Doon, The spreading flowers are fair, And everything is blythe and glad, But I ...
O WERE my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
OF 1 a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonie lassie lives, ...
O MERRY hae I been teethin' a heckle, An' merry hae I been shapin' a spoon; O merry hae I ...
THOU ling'ring star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My ...
CAULD blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shill's I hear the ...
THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last And the small birds, they sing on ev'ry tree; ...
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
SING on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, ...
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fair! How can ye chant, ye little birds, ...
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