70. Epistle to the Rev. John M’Math (Robert Burns Poems)
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
MY Sandy gied to me a ring, Was a' beset wi' diamonds fine; But I gied him a far better ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
Is there, for honest Poverty That hings his head, and a' that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare ...
BY yon Castle wa', at the close of the day, I heard a man sing, tho' his head it was ...
WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not ...
The Caverns of the Grave I've seen, And these I show'd to England's Queen. But now the Caves of Hell ...
I saw a chapel all of gold That none did dare to enter in, And many weeping stood without, Weeping, ...
Why art thou silent & invisible Father of jealousy Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds From every searching Eye ...
Tyger Tyger. burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ...
If you think you are beaten, you are. If you think you dare not, you don’t If you like to ...
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