312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo (Robert Burns Poem)
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The primroses blow ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
O RAGING Fortune's withering blast Has laid my leaf full low, O! O raging Fortune's withering blast Has laid my ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, ...
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is ...
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
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