470. Song-She says she loes me best of a’ (Robert Burns Poems)
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
THE DAY returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet: Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd, Ne'er ...
SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. ...
NOW rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, unbroke by rules of art, He pours the wild effusions of the heart; And if inspir'd 'tis ...
O SAW ye bonie Lesley, As she gaed o'er the Border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. ...
THE TOASTFILL me with the rosy wine, Call a toast, a toast divine: Giveth me Poet's darling flame, Lovely Jessie ...
"STOP thief!" dame Nature call'd to Death, As Willy drew his latest breath; How shall I make a fool again? ...
THE CATRINE woods were yellow seen, The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee, Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, But nature ...
AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues: Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
MUSING on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying heav'n in warm devotion, For his weal where'er ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes; While birds warble ...
NOW Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
WHEN rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers, Then busy, busy are his hours, The ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
FOR thee is laughing Nature gay, For thee she pours the vernal day; For me in vain is Nature drest, ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
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