489. Song-Behold, my love, how green the groves (Robert Burns Poem)
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave ...
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams, Whom kingdoms on this day should hail; An inmate in the casual shed, On ...
O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wished, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
I. The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little ...
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