8. Song-Montgomerie’s Peggy (Robert Burns Poems)
ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir, Amang the heather, in my plaidie; Yet happy, happy would I be, Had ...
ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir, Amang the heather, in my plaidie; Yet happy, happy would I be, Had ...
STREAMS that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter's chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix'd with foulest ...
O RAGING Fortune's withering blast Has laid my leaf full low, O! O raging Fortune's withering blast Has laid my ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops ...
STILL anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or ...
WHERE, braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochils rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms First blest my wondering ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... I well remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
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