437. Song-Thine am I, my faithful Fair (Robert Burns Poems)
THINE am I, my faithful Fair, Thine, my lovely Nancy; Ev'ry pulse along my veins, Ev'ry roving fancy. To thy ...
THINE am I, my faithful Fair, Thine, my lovely Nancy; Ev'ry pulse along my veins, Ev'ry roving fancy. To thy ...
FOR thee is laughing Nature gay, For thee she pours the vernal day; For me in vain is Nature drest, ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
SIR,Yours this moment I unseal, And faith I'm gay and hearty! To tell the truth and shame the deil, I ...
HERE lies, now a prey to insulting neglect, What once was a butterfly, gay in life's beam: Want only of ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow, And fair are the maids on the banks of the ...
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy ...
'TIS Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend, Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralising Muse. ...
IT was the charming month of May, When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay. One morning, by the break ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the ...
MY girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay; Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May; A touch ...
Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an ...
I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I'll wait until November And sing a ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true ...
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