109. My Highland Lassie, O (Robert Burns Poems)
NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Their titles a' arc empty show; Gie ...
NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Their titles a' arc empty show; Gie ...
MUSING on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying heav'n in warm devotion, For his weal where'er ...
BUT lately seen in gladsome green, The woods rejoic'd the day, Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers In double pride ...
HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, With green spreading bushes and flow'rs blooming fair! But the boniest ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
O ONCE I lov'd a bonie lass, Ay, and I love her still; And whilst that virtue warms my breast, ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
I lived with visions for my company Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Love and harmony combine, And round our souls entwine While thy branches mix with mine, And our roots together join. ...
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. ...
Awake, awake my little Boy! Thou wast thy Mother's only joy: Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! ...
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while ...
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. ...
I have in my hands two boxes which God gave me to hold he said, "put all your sorrows in ...
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