83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night (Robert Burns Poems)
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy ...
WITH Pegasus upon a day, Apollo, weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was plying. ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
I rose up at the dawn of day-- `Get thee away! get thee away! Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away! ...
having the low down blues and going into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles ...
DO LESS THINKING, and pay more attention to your heart. DO LESS ACQUIRING, and pay more attention to what you ...
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