Or Like The Snow Falls

I'm Truly Sorry Man's Dominion Has Broken Nature's Social Union.

The Best-laid Plans Of Mice And Men Often Go Awry.

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent

Once Upon A Lammas Night When Corn Rigs Are Bonny, Beneath The Moon's Unclouded Light, I Held Awhile To Annie... The Time Went By With Careless Heed Between The Late And Early, With Small Persuasion She Agreed To See Me Through The Barley... Corn Rigs And Barley Rigs, Corn Rigs Are Bonny! I'll Not Forget That Happy Night Among The Rigs With Annie!

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flow'r, Its Bloom Is Shed.