301. Lines to a Gentleman who sent a Newspaper (Robert Burns Poem)
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
WHOSE 1 is that noble, dauntless brow? And whose that eye of fire? And whose that generous princely mien, E'en ...
STOP, passenger! my story's brief, And truth I shall relate, man; I tell nae common tale o' grief, For Matthew ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one ...
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
O THOU Great Being! what Thou art, Surpasses me to know; Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Are ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
`Now Art has lost its mental charms France shall subdue the world in arms.' So spoke an Angel at my ...
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. ...
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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