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482. SongPretty Peg, my dearie
© Robert Burns
AS I gaed up by yon gate-end,
When day was waxin weary,
Wha did I meet come down the street,
But pretty Peg, my dearie!
401. SongMeg o the Mill
© Robert Burns
O KEN ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten,
An ken ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten?
She gotten a coof wi a claut o siller,
And broken the heart o the barley Miller.
Christian Exaltation
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Yea! what hast thou to do with gloom,
Whose footsteps spurn the conquered tomb?
Thou that through dreariest dark can see
A smiling immortality?
193. On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit
© Robert Burns
WHY, ye tenants of the lake,
For me your watry haunt forsake?
Tell me, fellow-creatures, why
At my presence thus you fly?
My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity on
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size
At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile
's not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather - as skies
Betweenpie mountains - lights a lovely mile.
539. SongO thats the lassie o my heart
© Robert Burns
O WAT ye wha that loes me
And has my heart a-keeping?
O sweet is she that loes me,
As dews o summer weeping,
In tears the rosebuds steeping!
216. SongDuncan Davison
© Robert Burns
THERE was a lass, they cad her Meg,
And she held oer the moors to spin;
There was a lad that followd her,
They cad him Duncan Davison.
Unheard
© Madison Julius Cawein
All things are wrought of melody,
Unheard, yet full of speaking spells;
Within the rock, within the tree,
A soul of music dwells.
199. SongMy Peggys Charms
© Robert Burns
MY Peggys face, my Peggys form,
The frost of hermit Age might warm;
My Peggys worth, my Peggys mind,
Might charm the first of human kind.
Spring Song To Ireland
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more!
The night has passed and the dawn is here,
184. SongThe Birks of Aberfeldy
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Bonie lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go,
Bonie lassie, will ye go
To the birks of Aberfeldy!
146. Address to Edinburgh
© Robert Burns
EDINA! Scotias darling seat!
All hail thy palaces and towrs,
Where once, beneath a Monarchs feet,
Sat Legislations sovreign powrs:
The World Voice
© Bliss William Carman
I HEARD the summer sea
Murmuring to the shore
Some endless story of a wrong
The whole world must deplore.
374. SongO can ye Labour Lea?
© Robert Burns
ChorusO can ye labour lea, young man,
O can ye labour lea?
It fee nor bountith shall us twine
Gin ye can labour lea.
502. Lines to John Syme, Esq., with a dozen of Porter
© Robert Burns
O HAD the malt thy strength of mind,
Or hops the flavour of thy wit,
Twere drink for first of human kind,
A gift that een for Syme were fit.JERUSALEM TAVERN, DUMFRIES.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I tell my fall? The life of man
Is but a tale of tumbles, this way thrown
At his beginning by mere haste of plan
In the first gaping ditch with flowers o'ergrown;
377. SongThe Country Lass
© Robert Burns
IN simmer, when the hay was mawn,
And corn wavd green in ilka field,
While claver blooms white oer the lea
And roses blaw in ilka beild!
By the Window
© Edward Dowden
STILL deep into the West I gazed; the light
Clear, spiritual, tranquil as a bird
277. SongMy Eppie Adair
© Robert Burns
Chorus.An O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie,
Wha wad na be happy wi Eppie Adair?
