530. Song-Yonder pomp of costly fashion (Robert Burns Poems)
MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar'd with real passion, Poor is all ...
MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar'd with real passion, Poor is all ...
I CALL no Goddess to inspire my strains, A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns: Friend of my ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem 'a ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc, Her snaky hair brandishing in the winds of Enitharmon; ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task: His great hammer fell from his hand: His fires beheld, and sickening, ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: 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 ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
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