431. Song-Robert Bruce’s March to Bannockburn (Robert Burns Poems)
SCOTS, wha hae wi' WALLACE bled, Scots, wham BRUCE has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to Victorie! ...
SCOTS, wha hae wi' WALLACE bled, Scots, wham BRUCE has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to Victorie! ...
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory! ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare ...
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me? Shall I never miss Home-talk and ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
My spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way. My emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire. What is it women do in men ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for ...
Is this a holy thing to see. In a rich and fruitful land. Babes reduced to misery. Fed with cold ...
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break ...
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears Today of past regrets and future fears; Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may ...
It's the hand we clasp with an honest grasp That gives a hearty thrill; It's the good we pour into ...
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his ...
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