177. Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair (Robert Burns Poem)
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
HEY, the dusty Miller, And his dusty coat, He will win a shilling, Or he spend a groat: Dusty was ...
HERE Stuarts once in glory reigned, And laws for Scotland's weal ordained; But now unroof'd their palace stands, Their sceptre's ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
MY future will not copy fair my past On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done Supernal Will ! I ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break ...
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