264. Song-On a Bank of Flowers (Robert Burns Poem)
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love ...
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede. ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
I pray to the sunbeam from the window - It is pale, thin, straight. Since morning I have been silent, ...
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
AULD comrade dear, and brither sinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blae eastlin wind, That's ...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops ...
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A ...
O THOU dread Power, who reign'st above, I know thou wilt me hear, When for this scene of peace and ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
IS there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
I HOLD it, sir, my bounden duty To warn you how that Master Tootie, Alias, Laird M'Gaun, Was here to ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
ALL hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, The mightiest empires fall! Thy cruel, woe-delighted train, The ministers of grief ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green ...
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, To follow the noble vocation; Your thrifty old mother has scarce such ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
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