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I’ve always loved this poem. And now in the original Scottish.
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I’ve always loved this poem. And now in the original Scottish.
A wonderfully evocative poem for your summer evening…...
A noiseless patient spider,...
I love thy music, mellow bell,...
What we need most, we learn from the menial tasks:...
It rained all day....
I cannot live with You –...
O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,...
I’ve always loved the autumn. Trees bleed amber,...
Neither the wild tulip, poignant...
i thank You God for most this amazing...
Call, by all means, but just once...
My Phone Autocorrects “Nigga” to “Night”...
He behind the straight plough stands...
Do not go gentle into that good night,...
Why should I blame her that she filled my days...
"WHEN I am dead and over me bright April...
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,...
Oh there once was a woman...
I often wander on the beach...
I am a friar of orders gray,...
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow....
I keep to myself such...
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,...