42. A Poet’s Welcome to his Love-Begotten Daughter (Robert Burns Poems)
THOU'S 1 welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie, Shall ever daunton me or ...
THOU'S 1 welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie, Shall ever daunton me or ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule Night when we were fu', Ha, ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
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; ...
'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! ' And still the generations of the birds Sing through ...
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans ...
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me (Against which ...
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne From year to year until I saw thy face, And sorrow after sorrow ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, ...
THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well-- That ...
MY future will not copy fair my past On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done Supernal Will ! I ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ...
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