189. Verses on Castle Gordon (Robert Burns Poem)
STREAMS that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter's chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix'd with foulest ...
STREAMS that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter's chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix'd with foulest ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
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 ...
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 ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
O COULD I give thee India's wealth, As I this trifle send; Because thy joy in both would be To ...
FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae fam'd in martial ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae famed in martial ...
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and ...
O MY Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie, That's ...
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my Luve's like the melodie That's ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting ...
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the ...
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