109. My Highland Lassie, O (Robert Burns Poems)
NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Their titles a' arc empty show; Gie ...
NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Their titles a' arc empty show; Gie ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
MY Harry was a gallant gay, Fu' stately strade he on the plain; But now he's banish'd far away, I'll ...
THE GLOOMY night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
OH, open the door, some pity to shew, Oh, open the door to me, oh, Tho' thou hast been false, ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Two savings of the Holy Scriptures beat Like pulses in the Church's brow and breast; And by them we find ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem 'a ...
1 He listened at the porch that day, To hear the wheel go on, and on; And then it stopped, ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry ...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats ...
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