The Ghetto (Lola Ridge Poems)
ICool, inaccessible airIs floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,But no breath stirs the heatLeaning its ponderous bulk upon ...
ICool, inaccessible airIs floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,But no breath stirs the heatLeaning its ponderous bulk upon ...
PART I.Oh! that folk wad weel consider What it is to tyne a--name,What this warld is a' thegither, If bereft o' honest ...
Up in the Highlands of ScotlandThe fairies are very rude;I do not know if all are so-Some of them may ...
YE gude for naething thrawn Dunny,I wish I had eneugh o' money,I on some elf wad spend a plack,To bring ...
O Jeanie, my woman! whar is't ye are gaun,Wi' a bairn on yer arm an' ane in yer haun?There's snaw ...
Today I sawA market cart going along the road,High-piled and creaking with a sonsy loadOf cabbages.The driver satUnder a little ...
MY canty, witty, rhyming plughman,I haftin's dout, it is na' true, man,That ye between the stilts was bred,Wi' plughman school'd ...
Air — "The County Meeting."Ye'er welcome, leddies, ane and a',Ye'er welcome to our County Ha';Sae weel ye look when buskit ...
Gin you're gangin' doon the city Come next Sabbath afternoon,An' you'll catch a glimpse o' Tartan An' you'll hear a ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
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