330. Song-The Gallant Weaver (Robert Burns Poem)
WHERE Cart rins rowin' to the sea, By mony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad ...
WHERE Cart rins rowin' to the sea, By mony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
O THOU dread Power, who reign'st above, I know thou wilt me hear, When for this scene of peace and ...
NOW Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
YE true "Loyal Natives" attend to my song In uproar and riot rejoice the night long; From Envy and Hatred ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies; Now crystal clear are the falling waters, And bonie ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
Little Lamb, who made thee Does thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the ...
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