83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night (Robert Burns Poems)
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...
NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Their titles a' arc empty show; Gie ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
SWEET closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood, And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the spring in the ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm. That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out ...
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go ...
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