365. Lines on Fergusson, the Poet (Robert Burns Poem)
ILL-FATED genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson! What heart that feels and will not yield a tear, To think Life's sun did set ...
ILL-FATED genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson! What heart that feels and will not yield a tear, To think Life's sun did set ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
THERE 1 was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatna day o' whatna style, I doubt it's hardly worth ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
1 He listened at the porch that day, To hear the wheel go on, and on; And then it stopped, ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Somebody said that it couldn't be done, But he with a chuckle replied That "maybe it couldn't," but he would ...
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