David Macbeth Moir

  • The Rustic Lad’s Lament in the Town

    O, Wad that my time were owre but,
      Wi’ this wintry sleet and snaw,
    That I might see our house again,
      I’ the bonnie birken shaw!
    For this is no my ain life,
      And I peak and pine away
    Wi’ the thochts o’ hame and the young flowers,
      In...

  • El niño muerto

    ¡Duerme, dnerme, criatura!
     Del regazo maternal
    Ya no esperes la dulzura,
    Sino olvido y paz segura
     En el nicho sepulcral.

    ¡Ay, á cuántos ha faltado
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