245. Versicles on Sign-Posts (Robert Burns Poem)
CURS'D be the man, the poorest wretch in life, The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife! Who has no will ...
CURS'D be the man, the poorest wretch in life, The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife! Who has no will ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
They amputated Your thighs off my hips. As far as I'm concerned They are all surgeons. All of them. They ...
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
THERE lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes, Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme; And he had a wife ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
Chorus.-She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a lo'esome wee thing, This dear ...
O THAT I had ne'er been married, I wad never had nae care, Now I've gotten wife an' weans, An' ...
ELLISLAND, 21st Oct., 1789.WOW, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel and cantie? I ken'd ...
THE SUN he is sunk in the west, All creatures retir?d to rest, While here I sit, all sore beset, ...
Chorus-O aye my wife she dang me, An' aft my wife she bang'd me, If ye gie a woman a' ...
THERE was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen, Scroggam; She brew'd gude ale for gentlemen; Sing auld Cowl lay ye down ...
"HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, Sir; Tho' I am your wedded wife Yet I am not ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
HA! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely, Owre ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
'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 ...
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