Address to the Devil (Robert Burns Poems)
1 O thou! whatever title suit thee,--2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,4 ...
1 O thou! whatever title suit thee,--2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,4 ...
O thou! whatever title suit thee,-Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,Clos'd under hatches,Spairges about ...
Smoorin' wi' reek an' blacken'd wi' soot,Lowin' like Etna an' Hecla to boot,Ought o' our malleables want ye to learn?—There's ...
When you hear at night de cows a lowin',An' dogs a howlin' out der mournful soun',I tell you now you ...
Come in, gudeman, to your ain fireside, There's a cauld, cauld grup in the air,An' the win' blaws snell frae ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
Aw, go write yer tinklin' jingle, an' yer pretty phrases mingle,Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluffy frill an' shinin' silk.Them's ...
When the hull big world gits gloomy and as dark as all tarnation,And a feller feels as grumpy as a ...
TO POSTMASTER JAMES H. RABBITTS. When de shadows ah de e'ebnin's Gently, sof'ly fallin' 'roun', 'Cross de lonely field an' ...
I shut my eyes to rest 'em, just a bit ago it seems,An' back among the Cotswolds I ...
There's lots o' songs the puncher sang in roundin' up his herds;The music wasn't very grand, an' neither was the ...
The warl it's dottit wi' hamesAs thick as gowans o' the green,Aye bonnier ilk ane nor the laveTo him wha ...
Dingle, dingle doozie, Hoo he lauchs to see'tWhirlin' roun' an' up an' doon, Frae his heid an' feet.Keep his dumpy ...
COOM, Cush-Luve, coom, thoo should be in thi byreBy t' edge o' dark,Instead o' gettin' thisen mucked in mire.Noo, just ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
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