186. Lines on the Fall of Fyers (Robert Burns Poem)
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the ...
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his ...
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