232. Song-The Day Returns (Robert Burns Poem)
THE DAY returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet: Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd, Ne'er ...
THE DAY returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet: Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd, Ne'er ...
Chorus-O can ye labour lea, young man, O can ye labour lea? It fee nor bountith shall us twine Gin ...
THERE'S Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the King o' gude fellows, and wale o' auld men; ...
He. O PHILLY, happy be that day, When roving thro' the gather'd hay, My youthfu' heart was stown away, And ...
WHERE Cart rins rowin' to the sea, By mony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Do you believe, in what you see do you believe in reality do you believe in the sun that's bright ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her ...
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes; While birds warble ...
O LADY Mary Ann looks o'er the Castle wa', She saw three bonie boys playing at the ba', The youngest ...
MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar'd with real passion, Poor is all ...
FRAE the friends and land I love, Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite; Frae my best belov'd I rove, Never mair ...
Chorus-Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow. CAN I ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
1. But Los saw the Female & pitied He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd In perverse and cruel delight ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
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