242. The Poet’s Progress (Robert Burns Poem)
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now, half extinct your powers of song, Sweet Echo ...
THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some ...
INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art, And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye; May never pity soothe thee with a ...
SWEET closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood, And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the spring in the ...
NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
SENSIBILITY, how charming, Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell; But distress, with horrors arming, Thou alas! hast known too well! Fairest ...
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy ...
SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low Lest I should fear ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem 'a ...
If it is true, what the Prophets write, That the heathen gods are all stocks and stones, Shall we, for ...
He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove, Tell me Fair One, tell me Love; Where thou thy charming nest dost ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
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