506. Epigram on Mr. James Gracie (Robert Burns Poem)
GRACIE, thou art a man of worth, O be thou Dean for ever! May he be d-d to hell henceforth, ...
GRACIE, thou art a man of worth, O be thou Dean for ever! May he be d-d to hell henceforth, ...
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of ...
"O CAM ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at the ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell ...
HERE Souter Hood in death does sleep; To hell if he's gane thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep; ...
Chorus-O aye my wife she dang me, An' aft my wife she bang'd me, If ye gie a woman a' ...
"HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, Sir; Tho' I am your wedded wife Yet I am not ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
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