324. Song-The Charms of Lovely Davies (Robert Burns Poems)
O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they ...
O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they ...
WHEN rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers, Then busy, busy are his hours, The ...
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde, Where the ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
Green grow the rashes, O! Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang ...
Chor.-Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent, ...
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
It's the hand we clasp with an honest grasp That gives a hearty thrill; It's the good we pour into ...
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