32. Song-Green Grow the Rashes (Robert Burns Poems)
Chor.-Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang ...
Chor.-Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear Too calm and sad a face in front of thine; For we ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
O Rose! who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and ...
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove, Tell me Fair One, tell me Love; Where thou thy charming nest dost ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
Little Fly Thy summers play, My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art ...
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be. If all ...
When voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams ...
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