169. Address to Wm. Tytler, Esq., of Woodhouselee (Robert Burns Poems)
REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart, Of Stuart, a name once respected; A name, which to love was the mark of ...
REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart, Of Stuart, a name once respected; A name, which to love was the mark of ...
LET not Woman e'er complain Of inconstancy in love; Let not Woman e'er complain Fickle Man is apt to rove: ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae famed in martial ...
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and ...
ONCE fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear, Sweet early object of my youthful vows, Accept this mark of friendship, warm, ...
NOW Robin 1 lies in his last lair, He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair; Cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare, ...
IF God compel thee to this destiny, To die alone, with none beside thy bed To ruffle round with sobs ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
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 ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, Let temple burn, or flax; an ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
I wander thro' each charter'd street. Near where the charter'd Thames does flow A mark in every face I meet ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
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