At The Burns Centennial (James Russell Lowell Poems)
IA hundred years! they're quickly fled, With all their joy and sorrow;Their dead leaves shed upon the dead, Their fresh ones sprung ...
IA hundred years! they're quickly fled, With all their joy and sorrow;Their dead leaves shed upon the dead, Their fresh ones sprung ...
I.Ah me! the little tyrant theefe!As once my heart was playing,He snatcht it up and flew away,Laughing at all my ...
Written on the occasion of George Latimer's Imprisonment in Levorott streetJail, BostonO, kindle not that bigot fire,'T will bring disunion, ...
Jock M'Pherson was a person who was boastful in conversin',But respectable and ponderous and dignified withal!Con M'Carty was a party ...
The mole's a creature very smooth and slick,She digs i' th' dirt, but 'twill not on her stick;So's he who ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?I done me block complete ...
The women who went to the field, you say,The women who went to the field; and prayWhat did they go ...
There cam a man to oor toon-en',And a waesome carl was he,Snipie-nebbit, and crookit-mou'd,And gleyt o' a blinterin ee.Muckle he ...
When I was a lad and went to seaIn Seventy-seven or six maybe,There was ten tall ships on MerseysideDid sail ...
Me an' the old road, goin' along together,The old road listenin'—talkin' through the leather.Friends? Why, we are cobbers, the old ...
'Within yon world-wide cirque of war What's hidden which they fight so for?' ...
Hans Dans an' me was shipmates once, an' shared the wind an' weather,An' many a job o' work in them ...
Yo were but a little un, Crowner my lad,When th' huntsman he said yo'd be t' spit o' yo'r dad,An' ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
On young Albert Ramsbottom's birthday His parents asked what he'd like most; He said to see t' Tower of London ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers Are coming o'er the border, And they'll gae big Terreagles' towers And set them ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
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