59. Death and Dr. Hornbook (Robert Burns Poems)
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
IF all the gentlest-hearted friends I know Concentred in one heart their gentleness, That still grew gentler till its pulse ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
I lived with visions for my company Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor ...
A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart, And drew around it other thoughts like bees For multitude and ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, ...
1. But Los saw the Female & pitied He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd In perverse and cruel delight ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
1. They named the child Orc, he grew Fed with milk of Enitharmon 2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & ...
1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities: Felt their Nerves change into Marrow And hardening Bones began In swift diseases ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
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