352. The Song of Death (Robert Burns Poems)
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and ...
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and ...
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
All are not taken; there are left behind Living Belov?ds, tender looks to bring And make the daylight still a ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me? Shall I never miss Home-talk and ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot, From the morn to the evening he strays: He shall follow his sheep ...
The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest, And I ...
Little Lamb, who made thee Does thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? you enter a bar to ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... I well remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel With these dear chains, they don't demean. The nightingale embushed in laurel, The sylvan ...
If you had a friend strong, simple, true, Who knew your faults and who understood; Who believed in the very ...
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