549. Epistle to Colonel de Peyster (Robert Burns Poem)
MY honor'd Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet's weal; Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel ...
MY honor'd Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet's weal; Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
NOW Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the ...
THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
I never gave a lock of hair away To a man, Dearest, except this to thee, Which now upon my ...
He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove, Tell me Fair One, tell me Love; Where thou thy charming nest dost ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
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