546. Song-Jockie’s taen the parting Kiss (Robert Burns Poems)
JOCKEY'S taen the parting kiss, O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a' my bliss, Nought but ...
JOCKEY'S taen the parting kiss, O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a' my bliss, Nought but ...
Chorus-O lay thy loof in mine, lass, In mine, lass, in mine, lass; And swear on thy white hand, lass, ...
"WHA is that at my bower-door?" "O wha is it but Findlay!" "Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here:" ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine And our loves Must I remember them Joy came always after pain Let arriving ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
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 ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the ...
1 He listened at the porch that day, To hear the wheel go on, and on; And then it stopped, ...
TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
The Caverns of the Grave I've seen, And these I show'd to England's Queen. But now the Caves of Hell ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
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