My dear readers, Our world may be in disarray, but we’ve continued to find ways to connect while apart. But I wad sing on wanton wing When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild, and Winter rude! New quizzes added regularly.Get a daily dose of fun facts including birthdays, historical events, and more.Stay up to date on some of the important events happening in the world today.Infoplease knows the value of having sources you can trust. We've got you covered with our map collection.Need a reference? Oct 25, 2013 - O were my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing! All poems are shown free of charge for educational purposes only in accordance with fair use guidelines. by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "O were my Love yon lilac fair" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]; Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc. 1. A. Tragic Fragment 6. View original text (without footnotes) 1 omitted by Beach.
But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd.
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O were my Love yon Lilack fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring; And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing. "O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair" by Scottish poet Robert Burns O were my love yon Lilac fair,Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring,And I, a bird to shelter there,When wearied on my little wing!How I wad mourn when it was tornBy Autumn wild, and Winter … But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. O WERE my Love yon lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the spring, And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing; How I wad mourn when it was torn 5 By autumn wild and winter rude! How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild, and Winter rude! Check our encyclopedia for a gloss on thousands of topics from biographies to the table of elements.Learn more about the mythic conflict between the Argives and the Trojans.Learn about one of the world's oldest and most popular religions.Test your knowledge with Infoplease trivia and quizzes. Authorship. The Ploughman's Life O WERE my love yon lilac fair, Wi’ purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing! The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm VersifiedEpitaph On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, TarboltonThe Farewell To the Brethren of St. James' Lodge, TarboltonInscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The PoetVerses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl's PictureBurlesque Lament For The Absence Of William Creech, PublisherThe Poet's Reply To The Threat Of A Censorious CriticEpigram On Parting With A Kind Host In The HighlandsOde, Sacred To The Memory Of Mrs. Oswald Of AuchencruiveOn The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' ScotlandLament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of SpringVerses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near DrumlanrigEpigram On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite CharacterImpromptu On General Dumourier's Desertion From The French Republican Army By registering with PoetryNook.Com and adding a poem, you represent that you own the copyright to that poem and are granting PoetryNook.Com permission to publish the poem. O WERE my Love yon lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the spring, And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing; How I wad mourn when it was torn By autumn wild and winter rude!
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Op. O, were my love yon lilac fair Wi' purple blossoms to the spring, And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing. O were my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing! 3. In this issue of Dear Tabby, our friend Tabigail shares a small collection of the poems she’s received from readers just like yourself. The Tarbolton Lasses 7. Beach sets stanza 2, 1. How I wad mourn when it was torn: 5: By Autumn wild, and Winter rude! O gin my Love were yon … How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild, and Winter rude! But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. But I was sing on wanton wing, When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. O were my Love yon Lilack fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring; And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing. O were my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing! Song--Handsome Nell 2. I Dream'd I Lay 4. How I wad mourn, when it was torn By Autumn wild, and Winter rude! How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild and Winter rude!
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