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, ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
HERE Holy Willie's sair worn clay Taks up its last abode; His saul has ta'en some other way, I fear, ...
WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair? Chorus.-Buy braw troggin frae ...
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 ...
THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
TRUE genius, but true woman ! dost deny The woman's nature with a manly scorn And break away the gauds ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne From year to year until I saw thy face, And sorrow after sorrow ...
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath To love me, I looked forward to the moon To ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
Hear the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That ...
HEAR the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That ...
Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future sees Whose ears have heard The Holy Word, That ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
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