249. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment (Robert Burns Poem)
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
I search for love and find my soul With you, my love, I am whole And the mystic love that ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes; While birds warble ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
THOU flatt'ring mark of friendship kind, Still may thy pages call to mind The dear, the beauteous donor; Tho' sweetly ...
IS there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare ...
HERE'S to thy health, my bonie lass, Gude nicht and joy be wi' thee; I'll come nae mair to thy ...
I CALL no Goddess to inspire my strains, A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns: Friend of my ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
WHEN first I came to Stewart Kyle, My mind it was na steady; Where'er I gaed, where'er I rade, A ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
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