415. Song-The last time I cam o’er the Moor (Robert Burns Poems)
THE LAST time I came o'er the moor, And left Maria's dwelling, What throes, what tortures passing cure, Were in ...
THE LAST time I came o'er the moor, And left Maria's dwelling, What throes, what tortures passing cure, Were in ...
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
And yet, because thou overcomest so, Because thou art more noble and like a king, Thou canst prevail against my ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
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