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rosebud
04:05
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ROSEBUD (A Rosebud by my Early Walk - Robert Burns)
A Rose-bud by my early walk,
Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.
Ere twice the shades, ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
In a' its crimson glory, crimson glory spread,
And drooping rich, and drooping rich the dewy head
It scents the early, early morning.
Within the bush her covert nest
A little linnet fondly prest;
The dew sat chilly on her breast,
Sae early in the morning.
So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair,
On trembling string or vocal air,
Shall sweetly pay the tender care
That tents thy early morning.
So thou, sweet Rose-bud, thou sweet Rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt beauteous blaze, shalt beauteous blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's, bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early, early morning.
Within the bush…morning.
She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the pleasure o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.
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2020
03:01
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2020 – SONNET 20 (Shakespeare)
A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted,
Hast thou the Master Mistress of my passion,
A woman’s gentle heart but not acquainted
With shifting change as is false women’s fashion,
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all Hues in his controlling,
Which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till Nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing;
But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.
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kiss
04:59
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KISS – SONNET 128(Shakespeare)
How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy, tender inward of thy hand, thy hand (repeated)
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand!
(repeated)
To be so tickled, they would change their state,
And situation with those dancing chips,
O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
(repeated)
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss
(repeated)
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss
to kiss, to kiss, to kiss, to kiss, to kiss, to kiss
(repeated)
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
(repeated)
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peggy alison
04:29
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PEGGY ALISON (Robert Burns)
And I'll kiss thee yet, yet,
And I'll kiss thee o'er and o'er again,
And I'll kiss thee yet, yet,
My bonie Peggy Alison
Ilk care and fear, when thou art near
I ever mair defy them, O!
Young kings upon their hansel throne
Are no saeblest as I am, O!
And I'll kiss thee yet, yet…
When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms,
I clasp my countless treasure, O!
I seek naemair o' Heav'n to share
Than sic a moment's pleasure, O!
And I'll kiss thee yet, yet…
And by thy eensaebonie blue
I swear I'm thine for ever, O!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never, O!
And I'll kiss thee yet, yet…
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unperfect
05:24
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UNPERFECT – SONNET23 (Shakespeare)
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who withhisfear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whosestrength’sabundance weakens hisown heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mineown love’s strength seemto decay,
O'ercharged with burthenof mine own love’s might.
O let my looks bethenthe eloquence
Anddumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Whopleadfor love and look for recompense
More than thattongue that more hath more expressed.
O learntoread whatsilentlove hath writ!
To hearwitheyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
As an unperfect actor …might.
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
O learn to read what silent love hath writ!
To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
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the unperfect Turin, Italy
Maria Jack-vocals, Valter Cavallaro-guitar, Gianni Ferrero-guitar, Fulvio Ortalda-bass, Silvio Ortolani-drums. A musical project that mixes musical compositions with the lyrics of historical poets such as William Shakespeare or Robert Burns. An original mix that comes from the musical bases common to the five enhanced by the vocal strength of the singer of Scottish origin. Paolo Minioni ph © apple ... more
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