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October 21, 1905

© George Meredith

The hundred years have passed, and he

Whose name appeased a nation's fears,

131. SongWillie Chalmers

© Robert Burns

WI braw new branks in mickle pride,
And eke a braw new brechan,
My Pegasus Im got astride,
And up Parnassus pechin;

344. SongNithdales Welcome Hame

© Robert Burns

THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers
Are coming oer the border,
And theyll gae big Terreagles towers
And set them a in order.

Feigned Courage

© Charles Lamb

Horatio, of ideal courage vain,

Was flourishing in air his father's cane,

The First Part: Sonnet 4 - Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains,

© William Henry Drummond

Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains,

Sweet are my wounds, although they deeply smart,

266. SongThe Banks of Nith

© Robert Burns

THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea,
Where royal cities stately stand;
But sweeter flows the Nith to me,
Where Comyns ance had high command.

The Old Pioneers

© Frank Dalby Davison

h, these old friends of ours! Sixty years back,

Bearded and booted, they followed the track,

525. SongHad I the wyte, she bade me

© Robert Burns

HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte,
Had I the wyte? she bade me;
She watchd me by the hie-gate side,
And up the loan she shawd me.

338. SongMy Tochers the Jewel

© Robert Burns

O MEIKLE thinks my luve o my beauty,
And meikle thinks my luve o my kin;
But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie
My tochers the jewel has charms for him.

546. SongJockies taen the parting Kiss

© Robert Burns

JOCKEYS taen the parting kiss,
Oer the mountains he is gane,
And with him is a my bliss,
Nought but griefs with me remain,

Little-Girl-Two-Little-Girls

© James Whitcomb Riley

I'm twins, I guess, 'cause my Ma say
I'm two little girls. An' one o' me
Is _Good_ little girl; an' th'other 'n' she
Is _Bad little girl as she can be!_
An' Ma say so, 'most ever' day.

364. SongI do confess thou art sae fair

© Robert Burns

I DO confess thou art sae fair,
I was been oer the lugs in luve,
Had I na found the slightest prayer
That lips could speak thy heart could muve.

Abd-El-Kader At Toulon Or, The Caged Hawk

No more, thou lithe and long-winged hawk, of desert-life for thee;
No more across the sultry sands shalt thou go swooping free:
Blunt idle talons, idle beak, with spurning of thy chain,
Shatter against thy cage the wing thou ne'er may'st spread again.

517. SongO wat ye whas in yon town

© Robert Burns

ChorusO wat ye whas in yon town,
Ye see the eenin sun upon,
The dearest maids in yon town,
That eening sun is shining on.

Sonnet 96: Thought, With Good Cause

Thought, with good cause thou lik'st so well the Night,
Since kind or chance gives both one livery,
Both sadly black, both blackly darken'd be,
Night barr'd from sun, thou from thy own sunlight;