104. The Lament (Robert Burns Poems)
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
DOES haughty Gaul invasion threat? Then let the louns beware, Sir; There's wooden walls upon our seas, And volunteers on ...
AS father Adam first was fool'd, (A case that's still too common,) Here lies man a woman ruled, The devil ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour, And loud the tempest's roar; A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower, Lord Gregory, ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
THOU'S 1 welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie, Shall ever daunton me or ...
The lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For e'en and morn she cries, "Alas!" And ...
HOW cruel are the parents Who riches only prize, And to the wealthy booby Poor Woman sacrifice! Meanwhile, the hapless ...
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole; She thinketh of her song, upon the whole, ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
Why art thou silent & invisible Father of jealousy Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds From every searching Eye ...
The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wand'ring light, Began to cry, but God ever nigh, ...
To Mercy Pity Peace and Love. All pray in their distress: And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. ...
Once a dream did weave a shade, O'er my Angel-guarded bed. That an Emmet lost it's way Where on grass ...
My mother groand! my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud: Like a fiend hid ...
A little black thing among the snow: Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe! Where are thy father & mother? ...
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
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