369. Song-My Collier Laddie (Robert Burns Poem)
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca' ye; My name, she says, is mistress Jean, ...
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca' ye; My name, she says, is mistress Jean, ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse, minutes of a barbaric condescension. --Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why -- made up the tale ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
YE gallants bright, I rede you right, Beware o' bonie Ann; Her comely face sae fu' o' grace, Your heart ...
WHOE'ER he be that sojourns here, I pity much his case, Unless he comes to wait upon The Lord their ...
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