418. Song-O were my love you lilac fair (Robert Burns Poem)
O WERE my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, ...
O WERE my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, ...
O RAGING Fortune's withering blast Has laid my leaf full low, O! O raging Fortune's withering blast Has laid my ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
MY girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay; Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May; A touch ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
I HAVE been in the meadows all the day And gathered there the nosegay that you see Singing within myself ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand ...
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone ...
He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove, Tell me Fair One, tell me Love; Where thou thy charming nest dost ...
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady ...
Earth raised up her head. From the darkness dread & drear, Her light fled: Stony dread! And her locks cover'd ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
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