96. The Inventory (Robert Burns Poem)
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I have become very hairy all over my body. I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur. My ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae fam'd in martial ...
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
AE day, as Death, that gruesome carl, Was driving to the tither warl' A mixtie-maxtie motley squad, And mony a ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, To follow the noble vocation; Your thrifty old mother has scarce such ...
THOU'S 1 welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie, Shall ever daunton me or ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae famed in martial ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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