318. Song-The Banks o’ Doon (Third Version) (Robert Burns Poems)
YE banks and braes o' bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye ...
YE banks and braes o' bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye ...
THE CATRINE woods were yellow seen, The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee, Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, But nature ...
AMANG the trees, where humming bees, At buds and flowers were hinging, O, Auld Caledon drew out her drone, And ...
Chorus.-Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie Dearie. ...
SWEET are the banks-the banks o' Doon, The spreading flowers are fair, And everything is blythe and glad, But I ...
THE NIGHT was still, and o'er the hill The moon shone on the castle wa'; The mavis sang, while dew-drops ...
YON wandering rill that marks the hill, And glances o'er the brae, Sir, Slides by a bower, where mony a ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
BY Allan stream I chanc'd to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds are whispering thro' the grove, The ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill, As the lambs before me; Careless ilka thought and free, As the breeze ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
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