137. Song-Farewell to the Banks of Ayr (Robert Burns Poems)
THE GLOOMY night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I ...
THE GLOOMY night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! ...
Chorus.-Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him. Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. I GAED ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
CAULD blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shill's I hear the ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last And the small birds, they sing on ev'ry tree; ...
'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 ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
THE WINTRY west extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the ...
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an ...
Is this a holy thing to see. In a rich and fruitful land. Babes reduced to misery. Fed with cold ...
When the voices of children. are heard on the green And whisprings are in the dale: The days of my ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with ...
Simple things are lovely things. Rain, dropping from the eaves, Is molten silver streaming down, Upon the fallen leaves. The ...
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his ...
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