Willie (Alexander Anderson Poems)
He's a deil o' a wean—what ava can he mean?Lod, he'll ow'r-gang us a' yet, an' that'll be seen;Here's his ...
He's a deil o' a wean—what ava can he mean?Lod, he'll ow'r-gang us a' yet, an' that'll be seen;Here's his ...
Fumant dans le cristal, que Bacchus ? longs flots Partout aille ? la ronde ?veiller les bons mots. Reine de ...
FRAGMENT I Ah! tremble que ton ?me ? la sienne livr?e Ne s'en puisse arracher sans ?tre d?chir?e. M?me au ...
Oor Sis is a mitherly sort o' a bairn,An unco gleg thing, an' sae easy to learn,That let her see ...
I seed a thowtful chap one day,His face were mild, his topping grey;Wi' wanderin' fuut he went astray, ...
Souffre un moment encor; tout n'est que changement; L'axe tourne, mon coeur; souffre encore un moment. La vie est-elle toute ...
_Des nymphes et des satyres chantent dans une grotte qu'il faut peindrebien romantique, pittoresque, divine, en soupant, avec des coupescisel?es; ...
Assis sur le bord d'un chantier Avec des gens de mon m?tier, C'est-?-dire avec une troupe Qui ne jure que ...
A Claude Bectone, Dauphinoise.Si Amour n'?tait tant volage Ou qu'on le p?t voir en tel ?ge Qu'il s?t les labeurs ...
They Met in the Hall at a Charity Ball,Patronised by the pink of society,They were both in a state, I ...
Air — "In Lonely Wilds."Oh! lang the Ladye Grange did liveUpon St. Kilda's rock;But surely sorrow winna kill,Or else her ...
Le lys est le plus beau des enfants du z?phire, Il l?ve un front superbe et demande l'empire. Des suaves ...
Chorus-O can ye labour lea, young man, O can ye labour lea? It fee nor bountith shall us twine Gin ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
O WHA my babie-clouts will buy? O wha will tent me when I cry? Wha will kiss me where I ...
O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
GANE is the day, and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for faut o' light; Gude ale and bratdy's ...
O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wished, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
He stared at me with sad, hurt eyes, That drab, untidy man; And though my clients I despise I do ...
With belly like a poisoned pup Said I: 'I must give bacon up: And also, I profanely fear, I must ...
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