80. The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata (Robert Burns Poems)
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc, Her snaky hair brandishing in the winds of Enitharmon; ...
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
Why should I care for the men of thames Or the cheating waves of charter'd streams Or shrink at the ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Youth of delight come hither. And see the opening morn, Image of truth new born. Doubt is fled & clouds ...
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth, Must be consumed with the Earth To rise from Generation free: Then what have ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small ...
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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