Drop the Pink Curtains (Henry Clay Work Poems)
Baby girl, my beauty! now hush while I sing.Birdies in the treetops have folded each wing.Pussy in the corner lies ...
Baby girl, my beauty! now hush while I sing.Birdies in the treetops have folded each wing.Pussy in the corner lies ...
I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles,For the langed for hame bringin', an' my Father's welcome smiles;An' ...
There's a short road to Heaven, but you must take it young,And if you're for long living the road is ...
At dawn they were shot in the field,At dawn, when the sun was rising;As Nature awoke, and the heavens smiled,They ...
Close on my heart was resting A sunny golden head,As the dim gray of the twilight Crept round with noiseless tread."Tell me ...
Kiss me: there now, little Neddy,Do you see her staring steady?There again you had a chance of her!Didn't you catch ...
Oh! the bonny, bonny dell, whaur the yorlin sings,Wi' a clip o' the sunshine atween his wings;Whaur the birks are ...
The Man says:Laverock i' the lift,Hae ye nae sang-thrift,'At ye scatter 't sae heigh, and lat it a' drift?Wasterfu laverock!Dinna ...
There's a rustle in the woodlands, and a sighing in the breeze,For the Little Folk are busy in the ...
Air — "Lochiel's awa' to France."Their nest was in the leafy bush,Sae soft and warm, sae soft and warm,And Robins ...
St. Leonard's hill was lightsome land,Where gowan'd grass was growin',For man and beast were food and rest,And milk and honey ...
Sprig, Sprig--Oh lovely Sprig! Oh, hast thou cub to stay? Add wilt the little birdies sig ...
Air — "Cawdor Fair."Bonnie ran the burnie doon,Wand'rin' and windin';Sweetly sang the birds aboon,Care never mindin'.The gentle simmer windWas their ...
O say, is there ane wha does nae rejoice,To hear the first note o' the wee birdie's voice;When in the ...
Unlearned I in ornithology-- All I know about the birdsIs a bunch of etymology, Just a lot of high--flown words.Is ...
Chorus.-Bonie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonie lassie, will ye go To the birks of ...
THE CATRINE woods were yellow seen, The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee, Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, But nature ...
LOUD blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young Highland rover ...
Not a peep out of you now After the bedlam early this morning. Are you begging pardon of me Hidden ...
Birds all the summer day Flutter and quarrel Here in the arbour-like Tent of the laurel. Here in the fork ...
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On ...
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