280. The Kirk of Scotland’s Alarm: A Ballad (Robert Burns Poems)
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and ...
O MY Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie, That's ...
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my Luve's like the melodie That's ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
I THINK we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope Indeed beyond ...
Said a people to a poet---" Go out from among us straightway! While we are thinking earthly things, thou singest ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
MY future will not copy fair my past On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done Supernal Will ! I ...
'My future will not copy fair my past'- I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting ...
My silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air, By love are driv'n away; And mournful lean Despair Brings ...
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon ...
He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove, Tell me Fair One, tell me Love; Where thou thy charming nest dost ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake ...
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his ...
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