423. Epigram on the Laird of Laggan (Robert Burns Poem)
WHEN Morine, deceas'd, to the Devil went down, 'Twas nothing would serve him but Satan's own crown; "Thy fool's head," ...
WHEN Morine, deceas'd, to the Devil went down, 'Twas nothing would serve him but Satan's own crown; "Thy fool's head," ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
HERE lie Willie Michie's banes; O Satan, when ye tak him, Gie him the schulin o' your weans, For clever ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
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