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A box with paints from childhood's time:
The colors of town are earth and grime.
An old worker at a dark doorway squats,
The spuds in his bowl are powdery dry.
It's a face of yellowish and gray spots
In the midst of hunger, cold, dirt and slime.

491. SongLassie wi the Lint-white Locks

© Robert Burns

Chorus.Lassie withe lint-white locks,
Bonie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi me tent the flocks,
Wilt thou be my Dearie, O?

485. SongHow lang and dreary is the night

© Robert Burns

HOW lang and dreary is the night
When I am frae my Dearie;
I restless lie frae een to morn
Though I were neer sae weary.

81. SongFor a that

© Robert Burns

THO 1 womens minds, like winter winds,
May shift, and turn, an a that,
The noblest breast adores them maist
A consequence I draw that.

The Horse & Olive Or Warr & Peace

© Thomas Parnell

With Moral tale let Ancient wisdome move

Which thus I sing to make ye moderns wise

476. Epigram on the same Lairds Country Seat

© Robert Burns

WE grant theyre thine, those beauties all,
So lovely in our eye;
Keep them, thou eunuch, Cardoness,
For others to enjoy!

143. Fragment on Sensibility

© Robert Burns

RUSTICITYS ungainly form
May cloud the highest mind;
But when the heart is nobly warm,
The good excuse will find.

The Scarecrow

© Walter de la Mare

All winter through I bow my head

beneath the driving rain;

388. Extempore on some commemorations of Thomson

© Robert Burns

DOST thou not rise, indignant shade,
And smile wi spurning scorn,
When they wha wad hae starved thy life,
Thy senseless turf adorn?

Lonely

© Edgar Albert Guest

YOU'RE not feeling well today,

Little Fellow,

188. SongStrathallans Lament

© Robert Burns

THICKEST 1 night, oerhang my dwelling!
Howling tempests, oer me rave!
Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,
Roaring by my lonely cave!

355. EpigramDivine Service at Lamington

© Robert Burns

AS cauld a wind as ever blew,
A cauld kirk, an int but few:
As cauld a ministers eer spak;
Yese a be het eer I come back.

79. Adam Armours Prayer

© Robert Burns

As for the jurr-puir worthless body!
Shes got mischief enough already;
Wi stanged hips, and buttocks bluidy
Shes sufferd sair;
But, may she wintle in a woody,
If she wh-e mair!

From Torrismond - In A Garden By Moonlight

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Veronica. COME then, a song; a winding gentle song,

To lead me into sleep. Let it be low

410. EpigramKirk and State Excisemen

© Robert Burns

YE men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering
Gainst poor Excisemen? Give the cause a hearing:
What are your Landlords rent-rolls?Taxing ledgers!
What Premiers?What evn Monarchs?Mighty Gaugers!
Nay, what are Priests? (those seeming godly wise-men,)
What are they, pray, but Spiritual Excisemen!

516. SongIll aye ca in by yon town

© Robert Burns

ChorusIll aye ca in by yon town,
And by yon garden-green again;
Ill aye ca in by yon town,
And see my bonie Jean again.

The Reeds of Runnymede

At Runnymede, At Runnymede,
What say the reeds at Runnymede?
The lissom reeds that give and take,
That bend so far, but never break,
They keep the sleepy Thames awake
With tales of John at Runnymede.

507. SongBonie Peg-a-Ramsay

© Robert Burns

CAULD is the eenin blast,
O Boreas oer the pool,
An dawin it is dreary,
When birks are bare at Yule.

Exeunt Omnes

© Thomas Hardy

Everybody else, then, going,
And I still left where the fair was?…
Much have I seen of neighbour loungers
Making a lusty showing,
Each now past all knowing.